Aurora ||| Ateez

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Run.

That's the only thing that San's mind can process as he dashes through the trees, dodging rocks and trunks in his haste.

He can feel the wind hitting his ears, he can feel the branches he's running past slicing through his fur and skin.

But he can also hear the threatening howls in the distance.

Discarded as a pup, San has been on his own his entire life. He was runt of the litter, and his parents decided they'd much rather put their effort into his siblings than him, so they left him in the forest for something to come along and get an easy meal. But San's a fighter, and he learned to care for himself and survive.

And in order to do that, he has to do bad things. The exact reason he's being chased now. San stole a pouch of supplies from a pack of wolves that he's been trailing for a while now, and when he found the right moment to take action, he snatched the supplies and started running for his life.

San growls as he can sense one of the wolf's catching up to him, so he pushes his legs to run even faster as he tries to escape, the snapping of the wolfs jaw nicking his ankles. All he needs is one good bite on his back leg. The pouch he carries in his snout holds enough supplies for him to last another few weeks, and he needs everything he can get before winter comes, so there's no way he's dropping it now.

Soon he sees an opportunity, a wide creek that any normal wolf could never cross in one leap.

So he pushes forwards and readies his legs for the impact.

Being smaller than the average alpha, San trained himself to do things most alphas couldn't do because of their size. He can jump farther, squeeze through smaller spaces, and most definitely run faster.

Once he reaches the bank of the creek, he doesn't even slow down to ready himself, he simply leaps as far in the air as his legs can push him, and he lands on the other side on all fours, immediately gaining his speed back and continuing to run. He can feel his paws and legs burning from the impact, but he ignores it as he speeds away from the creek.

Most of the alphas chasing him try to jump over as well, but they land dead center in the middle of the creek, giving San enough time to dash through the foliage, his almost white coat disappearing in the forest.

San runs for another hour, making sure that he's put enough distance in between himself and the pack chasing him before he stops at a large river.

He's exhausted, hungry and dirty, but he's alive and he managed to lose them.

He washes his coat in the water, whining as he feels the water enter some of the cuts he's acquired from running through sharp bushes to escape. Once he deems himself clean enough, and thinks that he's washed enough of his scent off to further throw off the search party, he gives his coat a good shake and makes his way back up to the bank.

But before he can stoop his head down to pick up his pouch, he hears a deafening bang, and suddenly there's an intense pressure and unbearable pain in his side.

He howls out in agony, and falls over back into the river that he just finished washing in. He squirms and howls as the pain spreads through his entire body, and suddenly there's a figure standing over him. San snaps his jaws at the human, but he yelps as a swift kick is delivered to his head.

"Damn it, it's small. Not worth anything. A waste of my bullet." The humans hacks up a ball of salvia, and spits right on San's beautiful white and tan coat, that's now stained red and brown with blood and bullet residue. The human kicks him once again before retreating back in the trees, his camouflage outfit letting him blend in perfectly. The exact reason why San didn't see him.