[center]The grass wavered and the leaves rustled and fell as the figure ran by. With everyone asleep in town, the way was free. But free, in this case, was quite an ironic word, for he wasn't free at all. In fact, he was running away from someone who have best been left labeled as 'dead'. While his search had proved fruitful, it had also proved to be quite... disastrous, for lack of a better word. He was now being chased by the one he had been looking for for months. Well, wasn't this inconvenient...
He stopped beside a tree, taking cover under the small forest that was near the coast. He wasn't out of breath, but he also not interested in running until morning. Hopefully, his dark pelt would hide him from the eyes of his pursuer, and nothing (good or bad) would come out of that fortunate, yet unfortunate, encounter. Maybe, maybe he should have pursued the idea that the one he was looking for was dead. Perhaps he should have kept to that idea. But now it was too late, now, was it... He could only hope that his pursuer wouldn't see him in the forest at this point.