The pace he set was quick and punishing, aiming to get as far away from the pack and the woman who trusted him as possible. He crossed quickly into the ashen wastes, his two legged pace carrying him further from the ones who made him feel trapped. The river came into view and he let himself slow down, breathing somewhat heavily from the fairly long traipse.
His mind was replaying the hunt, the chastisement from Aeron, the secret slyly mocking smiles he was certain were coming from each an every member of Anathema. And now Amy was a member, and he hated it. She had nearly tried to kill him, had fought with several members of the pack, and still... the stupid woman leader had let her in. Maybe Naniko was a lesbian, maybe that was why she had let the assassin into the lands. (Oh, how little he knew of the past, of Naniko's former association with the Rhiannon family. Lucifer, especially.)
He knelt by the river, splashing the cool water on his face, his ears swiveling to catch the sounds around him. He was upwind of the stranger, though there wasn't all that much wind, so he'd yet to notice the coyote.
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