*Norah*
"Damn it!" He spits.
I sit up straighter in the saddle. He brings the horse to a halt at what I feel certain is the summit of a rise. In the past few days, he seems to be stopping more frequently, glancing over his shoulder, growing increasingly tense with each mile we cover. "What is it?" I ask.
"One has broken away from the pack, and he has left his horse, and is tracking us in wolf form." He says, worry in his voice.
"He is much faster than a horse," I point out unnecessarily. "Your horse has two to carry. You can’t possibly stay ahead. Leave me."
I feel his body tense. "No!"
"How close is he?" I ask.
"An hour, perhaps less," he bites out.
I feel like rolling my eyes. "Then leave me. For the Goddess’ sake, leave me. I’ll be all right for that short bit of time."
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