It kept on glancing back as if it was chased by something - or someone. It never stopped running, but it knew it was running out of time.

The rain grew heavier as it headed further west. The scent of the rain and soil filled its nostrils, but it was sure it smelt something else. And then it finally hit - a wolves' territory.

All of a sudden, its instinct suddenly screamed for it to stop. Rivaling the sound of the downpour, the river was as violent as the storm itself. As it looked around in search for a way across, it froze. They were very close.

Those dark auras were too close for its own liking.

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