Tuktu Hinterlands My Immortal

The kid didn't hold back. They shifted from idle snarling and face-pulling to a bull run, and for a second Mag was glad she had chosen the mire for her fishing - the mud and water which pooled around the area was deceptive at the best of times.

The woman wasn't the most graceful thing, or the fastest, but she did know the terrain. She had been fishing here for a while before the kid showed up and knew which patches to leap upon. A thief always needed a backup plan and Mag knew her points of egress.

The pale wolf would sooner plough the mud than catch her, and Mag was glad she'd caught as much as she had; she wouldn't return this way again.