Feet pounding against the ground. Suraya Yvette was running through the streets, running as fast as her Hyena legs would carry her, a backpack of cash she had stolen from new Brighton bank was on her back. And now because of her sloppiness she was now being chased by a cop, a fox as a matter of fact, adrenaline rushing through her veins, this fox was pushing her limits, forcing her to run faster than before. Every time she turned she could see him for a few seconds and she always noticed his piercing firey orange eyes. Sweat was dripping down from her forehead, heart racing, her instincts telling her to turn and fight, but her brain telling her to keep running, as her tail was in fact... a cop.
The officer seemed to have the grace of a gazelle and the speed of a panther, running slightly faster than her, gracefully evading obstacles. Jumping over fences, garbage cans, etc. She took a quick peek behind her, she was no longer being chased. She then continued to to run, smiling smugly as