Barrow Fields the oblong box

It seemed like they ran for ages, though Masquerade did not flag. They felt like they could run for miles, just like this, keeping pace with their quarry. But they knew it wouldn’t be quite that far before the other hunters closed in on the deer like the jaws of a steel trap.

Avicus lunged at the buck again, perhaps growing impatient. Masque was close enough to feel the rush of air as his leg struck out. Their ears pinned to their skull as they fell back to avoid being clobbered in the head. Luckily the Wealda managed to evade it too.

For a few seconds, they trailed behind. Then Masquerade kicked into high gear for the final push, snarling under their breath as they closed in on the buck again.