Redsand Canyon Such a dark destiny

The plan had shifted, but Crowfeather knew better than to allow himself to be captured by the savage beast of a woman at his heels. He could almost feel her breath on him, faster and faster she pursued.

The seer had scouted the area before he had attempted his call. He had walked every stone and climbed to the peaks that a wolf could reach. There were several places that he could hide, that was if he did not believe he could make it to the flatter terrain. Crowfeather was not afraid of scaling the mountain on his nimble legs – his speed and slightness would give him the advantage when it came to a chase, Nyra would have no hope.

It was wise not to have allowed her close enough, he realized. If he had tried to hold his ground, her teeth would have torn him to shreds. If he had tried to fight against her, her abilities in battle would have savagely outweighed his own. It would have been the dark wolf’s demise.

Fortune favored he who planned carefully, it seemed. As Crowfeather put more space between himself at the leader of the Saints, he began to adjust his course of action.

The shadow did not need to be inside of the canyon to spy on the Saints. All he would need was some time away from their entrance points and better knowledge of the mountains that surrounded the secluded territory. It was not ruined, not yet, or so he tried to convince himself.

Nyra drew closer to his hind quarters.