Raven's Watch of endless possibilities controlling 935

he ran. sobeille kept the ghoulish face in her vision as she clambered over coarse stones.

by the time sobeille cleared the opposite bank he’d run the length of the river to cross and then back towards her. he was not alone; the spearing shadow of the woman joined him. she hoped to divide them between the river; if she could not, she’d utilize her swimming strength to her advantage and leave them both in the reeds. 

the male’s lifting howl filled her with unbridled rage. that she was made to run —!

sobeille’s breaths expelled in panting wisps as she spun upriver, coursing towards the widening shearwater where no egress forded its churning surface; only the spit of meltwater as it thundered over the shorn spines of ancient mountains.

at the river’s widest she plunged into frothing headwaters and heaved her limbs as they never worked before. every muscle protested; her lungs and eyes aflame as she angled her swim-honed body against the current, her head held just above the boiling surface.

was this not two years in the making, this shaping of a pelagic predator by sapphique’s tireless training? to get her, they were presented two options: brave dangerous water and cross, or lose precious ground doubling back.

sobeille would be gone by the time they reached her second crossing. all that was left was the smear of footprints in the mud, their direction aiming towards murkwood.