5/2/2025, 7:30 PM
The man continued to gallop through the island's snowfall - he didn't tire quickly, likely due to the playful lope he was employing. Choumi didn't need much more than a few bursts of sprinting flat-out to close the distance, her lungs burning satisfyingly. The dark wolf glanced over his shoulder, searching for her. She grinned at him. He hadn't seemed to enjoy her surprise-attack very much, so although she'd caught up to him, the Ite didn't try to pounce on him. Instead, she found a comfortable distance to his side to run, as though they were chasing some invisible stag until it tired and would succumb to their pursuit, together.
