Redtail Rise twisted up by knaves

his mirror burst forward, drawing close to the side of the animal only to bear down without success, a resounding clack that punctuated the heavy staccato of their breaths.

typhon tried to position himself but was unable to find an advantage.  he drew back as the deer disappeared into the forest, and wondered how receptive the clawan would be to instruction. they only needed to sustain their chase longer than the deer could run on its wounded ankle, and it did not have to come at such expense; they could take their time, they could wait it out.

but the caches were full, and typhon was not intent on padding them out when there was an opportunity to learn from this failure.  panting, he watched to see if the other wolf would give chase.