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The silver wolfess ran with a grace and speed that seemed unlikely for the Dreaming elder. It was a power that she had always held, and though it was hard to see her worth at a single ignorant glance it was obvious that the fey had been born with such a four-legged talent. Her back arched, not unlike the motions of a feline, and her lungs expanded and contracted with each powerful pace. The doe she had chosen placed pressure on it’s left forelimb, and Anu applied her own pressure. She moved slightly left, hoping to cause the deer to move to the right and closer to where her son was nested in the forest.
Yet the deer would not be herded by the wolfess, finding Anu less of a threat it turned so greatly that they almost met face to face. It leapt away, and the she-wolf saw Cypress raging forward. Her instinct held tight, and she lifted her lips to bare her teeth and expose her distaste for his choice of timing. Yet his blue eyes almost looked past the melee that burst through the small meadow. Anu slowed, and in the instant she paused in her pace she felt the presence behind her. Her features changed, and the fey turned.
It was surprise, shock and fear that riddled her now. It came over her in an unstoppable wave that seemed like an endless tide. The lion was close, too close for her to turn again and run. She could only attempt to surmount the panic and defend herself. A growl ripped through her throat, yet insecurity and fear could be heard in its high-pitched tone.
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