3/4/2025, 3:43 AM
The man took up her offer, taking off like a shot to try to catch the athletic young Ite. She ran from the larger wolf in as much of a flat-out gallop as she could in the deep snow, trees and dormant wisteria zipping past her vision.
She might've looked like a doe, zig-zagging through the snow with the looming shadow on her heels. But Choumi was never prey.
She was always the hunter.
The Ite bounded a little further forward, before skidding to a halt and whirling on her pursuant. With a playful growl, she made to lunge toward the stranger.
