Deepwood Weald Run; As Your Life Depends On It

Thank you for editing the post <3 was a lot easier to write for!

Thud! The smaller body collides with him, only pushing a little air out of his lungs at the impact. His eyes watching her carefully as she stares at him for a moment, both peering into one another until finally she hurries off of him, panic struck by something that was following her, he assumed. 

She was a pretty little thing, exotic body and furry all over. Bright eyes and a dark pellage - but it was her bone structure that struck him the most. Was she a fox? A wolf? A dog hybrid of sorts or some new species he has never seen before? Either way, he was curious enough to stick around. 

She needs to pass she says, being stalked she continues and looks back. Abaddon couldn't help but look up and into the direction she peered into, he couldn't see anything other than the deep woods she came from. Prints in the snow slowly fading as the snow covered it over with every winter breeze that blew past them. 

Stalked? He squints as if trying to pick out a figure somewhere. By what? Perhaps if he knew what it was he would be a little more concerned than bemused by her little conundrum.