Blacktail Deer Plateau sacre bleu

Joining thread! For @Dante or anyone else really.

The pale boy came vaulting in from the north with the wind at his back, blustering carelessly against him as if to dissuade entry. Even in distress the youth was domineering in manner; he held his head low only when the wind gusted too strong to allow any other position, but in every instance where it lessened, it lifted to a height of implied respectability. Towards the forest, and then in to it's depths - where finally the wind died down and the boy could catch his breath. Sylvaine swallowed the odd metallic taste from inside of his mouth, felt the burn of his lungs begin to abate (barely), and slouched in the shadows.

His paws - oh, how they ached - they were bloodied from the endless travel. He huffed and puffed for breath, and only started to regain his composure when he heard a sound from nearby - the bushes, perhaps, or the crackle of the boughs in tandem with the wind. It was enough to start his heart racing again, and his mind wondering - was I not fast enough? He did not shrink away from the sound, but rose to meet it. Perhaps it is the Cardinal, who by fate has come to my aid. Sylvaine thought, brimming with ignorant hope.