Khor Sild launches a toothy grin at the Ynnwn as she stumbles, clumsy with panic, through the undergrowth. He flexes his powerful legs experimentally before leaping into deadly pursuit, the wind whipping past his furry ears. Being a tall, muscular Enkidukai of the Kore clan lends him an air of strength, finesse and stealth which throws his victims into a state of panic. He races the wind between gnarled tree trunks and along mossy banks. Leaves thrash his face as he plunges on, his keen senses acutely aware of the hot blood ahead.
A break in the vegetation.
A clearing bathed in sunlight.
Time stands still as he flies forward, leaping from the trees which stretch upwards to grope at the azure sky. The Ynnwn trips on a grasping tree root and spins around to face her assailant as she falls to the hard earth. Khor's razor-sharp claws tear into the warm flesh before him. A cry of triumph erupts from his mouth.
Breathing heavily, he glances down at the dead gobble. His gaze shifts back to the Ynnwn, whose face is now flooded with relief, and he grins playfully.
"You're lucky I showed up, miss."
Breathless, she nods in agreement.
