Herbalists' Cache damson

the snarl of vines lobbed his way was not enough to deter him. qiao fled, a fistful of her skin and fur held in wolf dreamer’s jaws. 

as the hunter’s hunger grew, qiao’s instinct for survival rose. she sought low hanging shrubs and tangled terrain, where a wolf of her size might slip through but a wolf of his size might find their progress stymied. 

all the while she heard his heavy footsteps and hungering breath behind her, and her tail burned with the sting of ripped flesh.