Wapun Meadow and all your friends are gone, nobody hears you

Tags for reference—permission to powerplay was given by both characters.

Taktuq had spent her afternoon tracking down a rabbit and had managed to slip past Easthollow's borders. She was mindful of her proximity to the pack land's parameters, as she had been warned of the dangers outside their home. Taktuq was thrilled to explore independently, but made sure to be aware of her surroundings. She had nearly found her game when she had felt two pairs of eyes on her. Slowly, she turned and saw them—one pair violet, the other yellow. Strangers, as far as she was concerned. She stiffened, watching them, and slowly began to back up towards her home, knowing that she would be safe there. 

Something about their gazes didn't sit well with her—they were hungry, watching her like prey. 

They sprung from their refuge with snapping jaws, their strikes aimed in her general vicinity without warning. Run her instincts immediately urged, and ran she did; it was all happening so fast, and she could barely get her thoughts together. All she could do was flee. 

This was a game of cat and mouse, and she was the mouse. 

@Astara and @Illidan steered Taktuq away from Easthollow's borders, leading her further away from home. There were times where she felt their teeth on her heels. The nips fueled her steps, prompting her to move faster. They chased her well-across the Wapun Meadow, and somehow, she managed to eventually outlast them. 

With adrenaline pulsing through her veins, Taktuq didn't stop. She continued to tear north-ward—striving to distance herself far, far away from her assailants.

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a little lamb lingered outside of the stony fortress of her home. vulnerable in the hungry jaws of the bear.

astara and illidan coursed forward, a rousing display of predatory elegance as they flushed the hunted from the safety of her keep and deep into the wilderness.

astara's blood sang with hunger and hate melded into one. hate for easthollow and all they stood against ursus' progress -- hunger for power, for discord, for ruin.

this little lamb would be torn to pieces and left at easthollow's doorstep, if astara had her way.

they followed taktuq's tracks around the stony teeth of bearclaw, into the rolling meadows of wapun. ragged snowcover kept her tracks visible up until the tree line, where covering was scarce and the leaflitter thick.

her scent mixed in with the loamy dampness of the forest. here astara's hunger abated out of necessity. as much as she wished to eviscerate the easthollow youth and all she stood for, if astara went any further it would be a several day's trek from home.

already the sun was dimming. her hunting partner was no less tired than she, but if they were to persevere, they must be smart with their energies.

a low grumble sounded from the huntress' throat -- a bid to return to bearclaw.

they lead no lamb to slaughter, but they had driven her from her home... and for the blackbird, that was enough.

the gunslinger followed the dark witch dutifully on their chase.
 
his teeth aimed carefully for the younger beast’s heels, hoping that the sharp growls from the depths of his throat would inspire some fear in their target. she had no place near ursus’ claim; she had made a grave mistake by drawing that close to their kind to begin with. illidan knew well that morgana had no greater hope than to punish the easthollow wolves for their transgressions. if they were quick enough, he imagined that the witch would end the child’s life.
 
somehow, this did not dissuade him from remaining at her side. the youthful figure raced on until his master had grown tired of the chase and had directed her attentions elsewhere.
 
illidan’s heart still raced with the thrill of their pursuit. the child had escaped the clutches of the dark woman and in turn, had spared her own life from being ended on that day. in many ways, the ghost was grateful that they had not been forced to take the life of the young girl. he understood that she needed to be away from their home, but he… could not help but to think of his siblings finding a similar fate in the jaws of someone just as unforgiving as the witch.
 
as he followed morgana back to the pack, his chest was heavy with grief.