Faster... Trees flew past at a blur, muscles trembled, breaths dragged roughly in and out of his lungs. No other thoughts, just fear, instinct pushing him to go further, faster, hoping to get away from his pursuers. Knowing if they caught him, they'd tear him to shreds.

When legs could no longer support him, he dragged himself wearily across the stream, and into the cover of the forest, curling up in the cover of darkness, where not even the brightest moonbeam could touch him. Thankfully the water had been deep enough to rinse most of the blood and dirt out of his coat. He shouldnt need to worry about them tracking his scent this far.

He'd heard screams a while back, so he knew his brother and the others would be busy for a little while. He'd been out earlier, wandering, hunting, when nightfall had come, and the change overtook him. In those few disorienting minutes, the others had found him, and the chase had begun... now the moon was reaching her peak. He only hoped morning would come quickly and without trouble.