| "If we're not careful, it'll burrow soon," the huntress commented as she wove her way in and out of the trees. "Since it has seen you, and knows we're coming." Aello's heart thundered against her chest, as her hands shed another sheet of sweat. Her palm slid against the supple curve of her father's old bow as she cut through the pulsating auras. Her eyes trained on padded feet, pushing up against the ground. Her mind on the ache of her own muscles, the thrill of the chase, as well as a subtle fear that their prey may get away from them. "Move to the left around the next bend," the huntress instructed. "Run parallel to me, so that we can box it in. If we're lucky, it won't be long until we're caught up..." |