Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

The screams drowned out behind her with each step forward. In the moment, it was just she and the lovely male that made the terrible mistake of walking into the wrong party. He hadn't received an invite, and surely now he wished he never even left home. Time seemed to slow as the distance between the two streaking forms continued to close. She only had to reach a little bit further, just another pace—

She lunged, her jaws snapping out in hopes of grabbing the other's haunch, but instead of flesh, the sickening clack of fangs on-air echoed around her. A moment of surprise took her, sure that she should be holding her prize, though the other only continued to tear away out of the strath. In her moment's hesitation, Kynareth plowed past, his own fangs just barely grazing the intruder but missed enough for him to slip out of the grandmaster's reach as well.

Evelynn was pissed, but at least it was no longer just her skill on the line. This man was slippery. The diva continued her chase only until Sunhawk slipped into the treeline of the forest beyond the strath. He was too far now. Far enough to be out of their claim, and fast enough that chasing him would only be a waste of her time. As she finally slowed to a trot, a growl crept up her throat.