🗣 (-Snowargreymon)
The eerie, elk like shriek of the StagBlairmon would echoe out in to the tundra from beyond the boundaries of the pine forest as a thumping of heavy hooves would canter through the snow out in to the open.
It had been days of running, no time to rest while stuck in the beastial form of the black stag as their persuers had been snapping at their hooves relentlessly.
They weren't even tired any more. Spirits weren't supposed to get tired but this one had found themselves very angry after the ordeal, losing their home, their friend and their trust in the village they had tended to as a doctor for a long time had been too much.
And so the Black stag rampaged unwittingly in to the territory of the Snowargreymon, and in a lash of fury, they'd charge and fell a dead tree that stood in their way, leaving themselves disorientated, circling as their spectral breath heaved a heavy mist in the snow.