Cold Front | Paul Lahote

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There was something about running that made her feel free. The way the trees blurred around her, the way everything turned into a mixture of colors was outstanding.

She flits through the woods, her feet barely touching the ground due to her speed. Her hair flowed behind her, catching on various branches. She knew that her hair would e full on leaves and twigs by the end of this.

She forced herself to go impossibly faster, testing how far she could get into their land. Their patrolling was weak; the borders were relatively open. There were five wolves in total, only two were out. They were awful at their job. She knew the set path the took, their pungent scent clung to it. The wolves were slow, too spread out to do the job right.

It was quite funny how easy they were making it for her.

Twitching her fingers in preparation, she flung herself forward. She gripped a branch and pulled herself up and out of their reach.

She swung herself, jumping from tree to tree as the wolves growled and barked at her feet. The wolves were familiar, two that she had seen quite often.

"Alpha," Erica called down to him, a wicked grin on her face "What are the odds of meeting you here?"

The black wolf growled at her, spittle flying from his maw. His body shook, his eyes held furry at her position perched out of his reach.

"Let's play a game," Erica narrowed her game. "I try to get little Bella within reach, and you try to stop me."

Pushing herself in motion, she landed to the ground gracefully. Not wasting a second, her body was already flying over the land. A loud howl sounded behind her, followed by heavy footfall.

"The Cavalry is coming, the Cavalry is coming," Erica taunted.

Blonde hair whipped around her, curly locks flying all over. She could feel strands getting caught on her surroundings, stray pieces trying to pull from her head.

She felt teeth nip at her feet and she grinned mischievously. They were far into the land now, nearly at the beaches. She simply needed to pass the tree line, her game would be won if she passed onto the beach.

She pushed harder, every step focused to test the abilities of the large bodies. Her petite frame gave her the advantage; with agility and finesse on her side, she could slip away before they could reach her. Her ability made her even matched to the pack, perhaps better.

Bare feet met soft dirt. Imprints were hardly left in her wake. The rush and flurry in the pit of her stomach had her laughing aloud to herself.

A thought flashed across her eyes, a vague memory of when she was a child. Hunting, tracking was the only source of income for the poorer families. The families that didn't have the skill sets to run a far, to aid in the construction of the new land. She could recall the way James would chase her, how her Papa would encourage her to run as fast as her little legs could carry her. The excited shrieks of a little girl would echo throughout the trees, often accompanied by deep laughter.

She could recall the way she would call for her Mummy, the way her tiny hands would cling to her mother's thick skirt as it if it could grant her some sort of safety.

Erica yelped softly as she nearly ran into a tree, her eyes widening once she realized that she had gotten lost n thought. Her past was often repressed, something that James often viewed as weakness. Her brother was quite right, as usual.

Letting her mind calculate for her dangerous mistake, she changed her path. Sliding to a stop, she slammed her hand into the nearest wolf sending the beast flying backwards. Turning in time, she ducked under the attack of the next one. Erica took note of it's size and stature and decided she didn't like this wolf. His brown fur was soft and welcoming, inviting her to reach out and feel the texture but it's eyes held hatred.