And yet, at the same time, there was the taste of thrill. She almost sought it, almost hoped that he was on her trail now, chasing her through the dark woodland.
Salana came to a brisk stop at a trickling stream that flowed freely through the territory, thin physique rippling with healthy muscle. She was a scrapper; evident in her gangly, athletic frame wrought with the freckles of scars around her ankles and her mouth.
The wolfess lapped gratefully at the cool water, allowing herself a short reprieve from her hurried journey. She had no destination, only an objective: get the hell out of these wounds, preferably with her pride intact. She had a sneaking suspicion she would do neither.
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