Raven's Watch of endless possibilities controlling 935

coward is just another name for survivor. sobeille intended to survive today.

the thunderous lope of the woman did not close ground, but another, far more perilous report sounded from behind. a streaking dark shadow gaining. it was then she knew the true lesson of her mothers, of every woman in her bloodline -- run, run, for this man is like all men and he aims to hurt you.

there was no hope in standing her ground: between the two of them she would be torn apart in seconds. no, her odds were better served in the water that raised her.

with her breath burning sobeille gathered her limbs as the bank drew near. the footing was precarious, forcing her to slow.

in doing so, the man that came down upon her closed the gap in split seconds, his breath harrowing upon her spine. as she collected her hind limbs to jump he bodily threw himself upon her, sending her tumbling into the running waters. his teeth raked across the top of her haunch, and suddenly upended, sobeille disappeared under the rushing water.

but this was her blessing. he did not know sapphiqian wolves dove for their meals as early as six months. though her head nearly exploded from pounding adrenaline and the shriveling lack of oxygen, sobeille emerged yards downriver.

panting, gasping, clawing her way to the opposite bank.

water would not stop them. but this was enough distance between them that now, she could run.