Great Bear Wilderness Out of the frying pan

@njal @Basilie based after This

He kept up the pace, a half trot, half walk through the wilds. The slight sting presenting itself on his hind was looking to be a keen reminder that he was most definitely not at home. His breath was catching in his throat, short puffs escaped each time he stopped. The occasional glance over his shoulder to the area he'd encountered the spitfire, often followed by inward thoughts of an unflattering nature.

The day was all but gone when he finally stopped his run-away, coming across a small stream he made a direct line and quickly taking his fill of water. The slight sting in his leg reminded him yet again that he was in over his head. "bitch." He muttered to himself.