Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

The mountain did not afford the hound all of the advantages that he would like. Some were born to live in the violent and rocky crags. He could dwell there, but when it came to a hunt... the fiend was at a severe disadvantage. It was not as easy to lure those he sought when the plummet to death was such a reasonable outcome. While he was chaotic and fiendish, Ithrik had a crippling fear that he would lose his own life.

Picking his way along the mountain, the devil saw a streak of ginger that caught his eye. It brought the recollection of a memory of a young girl. He still had her tail, and he wondered if she would mind if he took the rest of her. Prowling on dark limbs, the brute began to close the distance between them and felt that pricking fear once more; the Apostle spoke to him in his mind and he cringed. What if you should die? How will you wash your sins away? So, the devil paused and released a pleading chuff to the wolf ahead. As he did this, the brute feigned his rear ankle being injured and limped forward pathetically.