Two Rivers Isle if i killed someone for you

you good hun!

Cry kept pace with the elk and moved up both besides, and soon, ahead of the pale queen. He kept the elk flanked, exhausting himself in bursts and keeping his breath even. Each snap and snarl was saved for a passed breath so his lungs would have enough to sustain themselves. He was keeping the tempo going to try and help himself to extend his endurance, and mind focused, he zoned out so his body could run on autopilot. He remained aware, but the Phantom was going with the works until he was mentally pulled from the drift. There was no reason why this shouldn't work, he kept teling himself. It was all going how it should - and dearly for his Gwen, it had better keep this way.