Hunted

It was a large pack, heading south with the storm wind. They would have passed by me at least three leagues to the west, but I exerted my will and summoned them; they hurried toward me, scenting easy prey. To give them more encouragement, I turned and began to flee before them, loping easily across the snow.

Only when they were almost upon me did I increase my speed. Faster and faster I ran, until only the leader of the pack, a huge white wolf—sleek, heavily muscled, and in its prime—could keep me in sight. Together we drew away from the remainder, who, without their leader, soon tired of the chase and were left far behind, wandering aimlessly, howling up at the invisible moon.

B11 C7