Porcupine Ridge artemis

There was order in the hunt upon the open land. The goat, running as fast as her arthritic limbs would allow. The wolves, sleek shadows at her sides, snarls and snaps caught on the wind.

Then they descended into the trees, and the chase descended thus into chaos.

The shadows dappled them all in varying shades of light and dark, like the glow of wildfire on a summer's night. The terrain became too random for the nanny; as steady on her hooves as she was upon the rocky cliffs, she was just as ungainly on the forest floor.

A knotted tree root in the path—a sharp blow to the goat's hocks—and the wolves bore down quickly as she crashed to the ground.

Hex drew first blood, jaws sinking past the thick, wooly pelt into flesh. His eyes were wide, crazed with bloodlust. The fur along his spine stood high as the mountains at their backs.

round 3 starts now! ends 11/17