Deepwood Weald Not An Option

his foraging quickly went from being truthful to just being for show rather swiftly. the footfalls were getting closer—how well he could hear the crunch and drag of ice and snow, the turning of branch and bramble in the way—until they stopped. his hide prickled with anticipation, and he knew he had been found. this was not his first go around with being happened upon by someone will ill-intent, and he supposed it wouldn't be the last. it would have been foolish to think that it would be the last.
his ears turned, almost straining to hear something. maybe heavy breathing, like the kind one would fully expect from a serial killer about two steps away from hitting some fever pitch or pinnacle of ecstacy from finding his quarry. a quarry, who if he could have, would have probably been that dumb bitch who shut themselves in a closet frantically trying to call the authorities for help.
but he didn't hear heavy breathing from the lust of the hunt. he did hear the growl, deep and guttral... and rather brief. then there was the slow draw of their feet across the frozen ground, and his breath caught awkwardly in his throat and choked him.
fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck was becoming his new favorite thought.
the steps grew faster, breaking into an uneven pace he likened to a run, and that was the only indictator that he needed to move. like now. it came not a moment too late either—he felt hot breath at his neck as he tore and turned away a split second before their inevitable impact. and it scared the hell out of him as he broke into a stumbling run before he found his own footing in the powdered snow.
knowing what the intent was here, he assumed it was because of what he was rather than who he was. he didn't have the time to try and get a glance of his assailant yet, but he had been singled out before for seeming more coyote than wolf. getting space between them was of the utmost importance to his survival, but he didn't intend to fully flee.
if he was going to die by an other's teeth, he at least wanted to see their face. so when he did whip around with a slide to face her, he knew that she would be fast on his heels. what he didn't expect was to see a golden giantess already flecked and decked out in shades of red.
oh, fuck my life! he lamented.
his bed was made, and now he had to sleep in it.