by Kazza. » Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:04 am
Lizatko caught a glimpse of wolves running by through the trees. She wasn't going to chase them, they came from camp and didn't look like devils. Suddenly she felt as if her every thought was vunerable, her every move watched. She looked up, the clearing by the cliff was empty, bushes moving as if resently pushed aside so someone could get through. She tilted her head to the side, wasn't there a wolf usually up there? A devil? It made her wonder, but she didn't want to find out now. She was hungry and could still smell that bunny. She stalked forward towards the scent, heard the rustle of leaves, and took off after it.
Luelo dissappeared from the cliff when he noticed a wolf turning to look up. It wasn't fair that he was always vunerable to be caught up there, but he liked the feeling of danger. He enjoyed the excitment of the chase, the anxious feeling that at any moment you would be caught. He would never abandon his cliff, even if the devils would find him. If the good wolves would track him there. He would not abandon it. He had to keep going there, some might say that he had no heart, but he had to keep going there for his father's sake...