Deepwood Weald Both the slave and the empress

She aimed to use her willow build for more than temptation. Perhaps, just perhaps, she could slip between those mazed paths. Push ahead beyond her shadow and seek to impress with a kill.

There appeared a strain in her lean muscles, uneven gait holding her back from a lifetime ago of quickness, as she bolted. An eagerness to be ahead of him for a heartbeat.

A harsh click of ivory teeth at the bushy bottle tail. Just out of reach.