anyu-1991

Thirst. The terrible thirst. It burned in her veins and her throat. Relentlessly, is pushed her onward, forward, through the trees. The scent of her quarry burned her nose. It wasn't exactly what her body wanted, but it would satisfy the thirst. For a time. Her delicate ears could hear the labored breathing of the wolf. His paw steps fell heavily on the ground. The pounding of his heart encouraged the thirst. Keeping pace with the wolf was very easy. She moved effortlessly among the trees; almost like a ghost. The long brown hair that she left down streamed behind her, but somehow she managed to keep it from snagging on passing branches. Th