The shapeshifter stood on the very edge of the ravine, wondering if it would be possible for him to make this jump. In wolf form he could jump farther, that much was true, but this still was a long jump to make.
He looked behind him nervously, the sounds of his pursuers and the flickering of their lanterns growing ever closer. The odds of them merely taking him prisoner seemed very small, and the chances of the impossible jump succeeding suddenly looked a whole lot more attractive.
The shapeshifter let his muscles tense, and his paws push against the earth, preparing for the jump.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
