Otter Creek bing bang boom

Artax was unwilling to go on about his gods to somebody who so clearly wanted to eat him. In fact, he was pretty certain he was fed up (pun intended!) with this guy all together. The young Eyjolfur was fairly certain he could escape unscathed, so long as he could outrun the larger, skinnier male. He had refused to help, which Artax could hardly blame him for, and so there was no more use for the older wolf to him. If he wasn't going to help, Artax would have to find something else to eat. And so would this creeper.

“Good-bye, then.” His voice was curt, though not rude. And without saying anything further, Artax spun around and burst into a full-speed sprint, heading north with the creek on his left.