Quinn’s paws joined the song of the rain at almost the same tempo as the torrent itself. He recalled running like this as a child, always keen to keep up with his siblings; he’d forgotten the thrill of it. Why hadn’t he run with abandon in what felt like years? Had there simply been nothing worth chasing? The Noble might’ve reflected on that more but his mind was working as fast as his limbs as he tried to figure out what he’d do if he actually, somehow, caught up to the gleaming-white stag.
“Woah - agh!!”
Quinn’s mind veered sharply off course as he galloped down a slope lined with firs. His legs followed suit a breath later, helping him skitter out of the way just in time to avoid a collision. But it was too late to prevent startling the figure camped out under the boughs and her snarl could’ve been a blade, it so effectively distracted the sprinting wolf from his pursuit of the pale stag. “Ah - I’m sorry - I’m just - it’s Ohr!”
At such a speed, putting a paw wrong had a knock-on effect which meant that to stop, Quinn had to throw his weight backwards. His claws slid against wet rock, sending a shudder down his spine, and still he hadn’t quite managed to halt. His feathers flared in an attempt to further slow him as the wind threatened to whip the pine boughs into his face.
Success: avoids the branches
Failure: gets smacked in the face by a branch
“Woah - agh!!”
Quinn’s mind veered sharply off course as he galloped down a slope lined with firs. His legs followed suit a breath later, helping him skitter out of the way just in time to avoid a collision. But it was too late to prevent startling the figure camped out under the boughs and her snarl could’ve been a blade, it so effectively distracted the sprinting wolf from his pursuit of the pale stag. “Ah - I’m sorry - I’m just - it’s Ohr!”
At such a speed, putting a paw wrong had a knock-on effect which meant that to stop, Quinn had to throw his weight backwards. His claws slid against wet rock, sending a shudder down his spine, and still he hadn’t quite managed to halt. His feathers flared in an attempt to further slow him as the wind threatened to whip the pine boughs into his face.
Success: avoids the branches
Failure: gets smacked in the face by a branch