Cedar Sweep ninniach

one look behind was too great a risk, loss of precious seconds.

medalina raced without stopping.

only when she burst out the tress and into open field, did she give herself permission to look back.

nothing.

ears strained to hear.

nothing.

the hound panted, and only as the adrenaline wore off did she feel the groan of her underused muscle.

reducing her shaking to a light tremble, medalina kept walking away, struggling to calm her rippling mind.

this was no longer land of Humans, she needed understand.

here, it was the vuci that ruled.

and she feared they were too great a hunter for her.