Oh What A Light-Hearted Danger

[whitefang]

White fang stopped his attacks his ivory fangs stained with her blood. White fang pulled his lips into yet another snarl. He watched as Cwen tried to run away his mind was still racing after her insults and he was still blinded by anger he sprang to action at once and started to run after her his long white legs swiftly putting him in her sighting range he would have been able too bite her again how fast he was going but he was pushing himself he had just did all them attacks and was a bit weakened by them he stared to slow down saving his energy as best he could while he was running.

Don’t think you’ll get away that easily Kerl you went way too far insulting the first like that.

White fang snarled and stayed with her in till his anger started to slow down slowly. He slowed down his pace and watched as the she wolf kept running. He knew she would most likely come back or keep running either way she was not going to find her way out of the balkar lands with our his help or someone else’s.

[Cwen]

Cwen watched from the corner of her eye as White Fang caught up with her speedy gait, and then observed as he began to slow and lag behind. She was slightly bemused about this act...for normally a Balkar would keep up the chase until she lost them by her swift manouvers through deep undergrowth. From the many chases in the mountains she had encountered with the Balkar on their hunts, her stamina and speed had increased quite rapidly. Not only from chases with the Balkar, but when she had run into rival packs on her first few moons of leaving her home lands. It was a strange world to her at first, and often she was caught or attacked till she bled for days and was unable to hunt or walk, but lay limp in a thicket somewhere in the mountains.
After the past year her skin had hardened, her skill inscreased and knowledge stretched far. Chases like this one were often seen as a playful toy with her boredome...but often she knew escape routes. In this case she was lost - and only with the help of either the Balakr themselves or her highly tuned nose could she weedle a way out.

As WhiteFang's scent began to drift thinly in the air, Cwen picked up her speed and took a sharp right turn, leaping out in front of the Balkar's path and diving into a thick area of brambles and bracken. Immediatly the thorns and entwining branches tore at her skin and left small slashes of crimson red amongst the gret and white that was her pelt.
But she ignored these minor ailments and pushed on till the vegetation was so thick that it was near impenetrable.
SLowing her pace slightly she began to listen hard for sounds of the Balkar's following treds.