Hunted Hunters
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She apparently didn’t know just how close she was to the borders or else she would have moved further from the territory and left the deer, but seeing as she was in her hunting mood and she had caught at the deer, though not vitally, she chased, and because she was entirely engrossed in her catch she did not know she was being followed. In fact even if she was not so engrossed in her hunting, she would have not heard in any case for these were stealthy and well practiced steps. No Eclipse was headed toward the deer in hopes it slowed down from the loss of blood and the cold getting to her wound. That was when she heard an arrow being shot. Turning the first thing she saw was the arrow headed straight towards her. She tried moving out of the way but there was no time and the arrow hit her right on her arm, yelping in pain, her instinct was to fight back. She pulled up her own bow and arrow, and knowing where it had come from, she move the bow to the target, her eyes blurred in pain, but she shot anyway, then kneeled down, the pain almost too much after shooting. Looking up she wondered if the shooter was out there still. She wasn’t sure what to do, but calling out wasn’t the best thought.

So she moved, trying to hide behind a tree. Her heart was racing with fear. She had known there was danger around even from other wolves, but why would anyone shoot her? This question could have been answered simply... but there were many simple answers that she didn’t know what to choose from, so she thought it was just an evil wolf, who wanted her dead, well she wasn’t going to let that happen, she kept her bow ready, but she didn’t know how well she would be able to use it, not with her arm already injured. If only she could just escape.... Yes that was probably the best solution. putting her bow around her, she sprinted. She was a fast runner, though it was dampened by the injury, so she hoped she could get a few minutes before the other was on her tail, but she would be happy with seconds too, because she knew that whoever shot at her was looking for her.

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