Raven's Watch of endless possibilities controlling 935

he watches the way the woman moves, scrambling in some places, fluid in others. she knows this land better than both who hunt her. the nearer the chase went to the river the harder kukuvrak pushed himself; he did not want to lose sight of her, or see her scent washed clean from the air if that should happen.

first she went along the shallows and then, diving, fought the current. kukuvrak followed on the earthen side and lunged to cross at the next junction, reaching the other side of the riverbank in time to see the target's slicked body scrambling to another run.

he made it across a couple steps behind her; as he neared the wet spot where her body had been fighting for freedom, he was gnashing teeth and sucking breaths. two versus one should be no contest—they had to catch her, though; this was proving to be a larger struggle.

but they were gaining.

kukuvrak would not look back for his kill-sister, black hawk. as it turns out they had met the riverside at the same time, and as the shadow lengthened his stride to try and overtake the difference, the brackish figure of black hawk ran close.

kukuvrak bellowed a raucous sound meant to frighten, and charged.