Chapter 15-2

He slowly accelerated his pace, and he could hear and smell and... sense, somehow, the fell-wolves shift to follow him. They were slowly closing their trap, moving to flank and eventually surround him.

There! Some thicker underbrush, the kind that he might be able to shake them in. He suddenly broke into a sprint and dove into the brush. Almonihah didn't slow, using what he had learned over the past year to weave his way through the dense vegetation. He could tell that the fell-wolves were having trouble keeping up with him, but he couldn't count on that lasting.

For example, he could run out of the brush into a clearing. He didn't have to glance back to tell that the beasts weren't far behind him, so the half-dragon pushed himself to the utmost to cross the clearing before they reached it.

Almonihah just barely made it. Unfortunately, the underbrush wasn't as thick on the other side, so he doubted he would be able to keep ahead of them for long.

He was quite surprised when he put his hand on a tree to push off of and instead fell into it.

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Another shorter post, but at least I wrote something!