@owlcloak | continued from here
Lore’s eyes watch for their pursuer, searching frantically for a solution. He can’t catch what it was, but for sure, it isn’t kind. It has wrecked a wide trail of foliage, and if could destroy that much with so little time. Thinking about it does not make the situation any more dangerous than it should be. He doesn’t know what spurred him to warn the other of the terror. Maybe it was his heart beating far too fast for his liking.
When grabbed by the arms, Lore flinches and has to bit down a yelp. He squirms against the grip. His hands clench into fists. No. No, this isn’t going to happen. Try to do one good deed and-
He’s up on a branch, far from the ground and, for the most, safe. At least he can hear the scurrying of the enemy. If only he could find it...
A beat passes before he opens his mouth, “Thanks,” He bit the bottom of his lip, his words soft out of caution and sheepishness. “...I don’t know what it is, do you?”
Don't let it find them up here...












