Haunted Wood You Know my Desire

I noticed I forgot to archive this one, and might be able to finish it out. Let me know if we should fade here <3

Passing through the frigid stream and shaking his paws off behind him, Machiavelli's rounded ears twitched at the crunch of approaching pawsteps, the sound barely registering over the burn coursing through him, yet somehow still proving enough to send a fresh wave of irritation prickling down the dog's spine. He didn’t turn as the mazoi approached, the shattered-glass gaze fixed on the barren trees ahead.

He limped forward, pulling aside a low-hanging branch.

Hurry up, lover-boy, Machiavelli snapped, releasing the branch behind him with little care as to whether or not it would hit the man that followed.