Burnt eyes followed the figure as it rose—a wolf. Looked young; younger than her, even, yet huge. There was a high-pitched whine that rumbled in her throat before she scrambled further back, narrowly escaping his jaws as they lurched forward once again.

There was no mistaking it now. This wasn't some misunderstanding; he'd seen her. Yet, he targets anyway. She has no meat, she is not prey—why? Why did he give chase? Was there something so interesting about her?

Such questions could be asked later. There were more dire matters to be taken care of.

Her paws thrummed against the ground as she raced away, sending leaves and a cloud of snow flying in her wake. Her eyes scanned for anything—a den, a hole... something she could fit in, that he could not.

Alas, there was nothing within the shadows but black. Deep darkness, inpenetrable by anything—not her vision, by any means. A root gnarling from the ground only just higher than the rest was as good as invisible when it'd caught her paw—and immediately, she was sent tumbling onto the ground like a bowling pin.

'Fuck.' Deirdre gasped, scrambling onto her feet and tucking her head into her chest, bracing for whatever the hell it was that other was planning to do to her.