Felltree Marsh red duck

Hearing his pain, feeling the weight of him lift was all Yura needed to dig her heels into the dirt and run. His teeth were close behind but would find no purchase, snapping on empty air as she darted into the trees.

He'd followed, oh she knew. No glance was needed; the sound of his paws drumming a wild beat that trailed Yura as she burst from the copse and into the marshland. Shame bubbled, wondering briefly what Sivaak would make of her cowardice, yet the girl was aware only of Cen's vengeance. There was no telling what he'd done to her cousin - perhaps she was already dead. Yuralria would not let herself succumb to the same fate 

Narrow chest cut a strong but directionless path through the snow, adrenaline masking what fatigue she felt as her muzzle tipped a breathless beacon for @Sivaak and @Sobeille. It was all she could do to attempt to lose him, to buy herself time. For there was only so long a fawn could outrun a wolf.