((I wonder where he went off to?))
An annoyed growl threatened to come out, Izah felt it rumble in his chest, but he held it back. Constantly he had to change direction, retrace his steps, go around members of the pack that was after him, and he was beginning to loose sense of direction. The pack had swarmed like flies, much quicker than he had expected. The silvered wolf was very grateful for the cover of night, at least his form blended in well with the shadows. If it weren't for that, he had no doubt he would of been caught ages ago.
Breaking cover from a bush, Izah ran swiftly to the other side of the glade, barely making it across before three more members of the demonic pack came running through. One of them hung back, glancing back and forth with perked ears, raising their muzzle to the air to take in the scents. Another moment or two they remained that way, then slowly turned to catch up to their comrades. Izah watched them go, then turned to continue his way out of the area and head towards freedom.