Wapun Meadow thus always to tyrants

midsniff something broke from the heather to his right; a round, bright shape which awoke in val the urgent imperative to R-U-N-N-O-F-T.

he sprung back with bladed fur at edge. already his legs were in motion, but mid stride he caught the figure was no beast, but the thin and appealing form of a canid.

pandora? he stupidly paused, turning around to glance at the shape now several meters behind him.