there's a moment where she stands there over him, chest heaving, where she knows she could. but she doesn't. instead, she turns and runs. bolts for the mouth of the cave at a stagger, gets far enough out under the shelter of a mesquite for the lynx to bound towards her, its muzzle still covered in her blood.
she pulls herself up onto its back, grimacing as pain lances through her shoulder. there's no time to surrender to it. her familiarity with the region allows her to conclude which direction his help should be coming from, even if he doesn't know himself.
so she? she runs the opposite direction. she's not going anywhere. it doesn't matter. the wilds are hers. ]
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there's a moment where she stands there over him, chest heaving, where she knows she could. but she doesn't. instead, she turns and runs. bolts for the mouth of the cave at a stagger, gets far enough out under the shelter of a mesquite for the lynx to bound towards her, its muzzle still covered in her blood.
she pulls herself up onto its back, grimacing as pain lances through her shoulder. there's no time to surrender to it. her familiarity with the region allows her to conclude which direction his help should be coming from, even if he doesn't know himself.
so she? she runs the opposite direction. she's not going anywhere. it doesn't matter. the wilds are hers. ]