In the faint light of predawn, a lanky male berenga raced through the tall bamboo forest. He had made it a league from the Imperial Palace since he had spirited himself out of its walls, before pursuit started. Now he could hear the cacophony of the dogs of the empire behind him. The wolves that served the Berenga Emperor in Ussuri lands were small, but they were also quick, and many.
They would take him down, he knew. Take him down and then Kaito would be upon him. He snarled as he forced himself through the thick tangling understory with abandon, picking up many scrapes has he snapped the saplings in his race. Leaving behind a scent no longer mattered - all that did was speed. He had but to get to the river and the wolves would not be able to retrieve him for their master.
Just a little farther!
He skidded to a screeching halt, mere inches in front of open air. He looked down, eyes wide, heart in his throat. He let out a breathless curse, as the wolves dre