"The beta of the group that's after me," Izah explained to Chase. "She's very near, we have to leave before she spots us."
Even as he said it, Izah caught sight of a white muzzle and silver eyes, the white fading back to black. For once his blue eyes widened and flashed with fear, his heart beating rapidly. Quickly he rose on his back legs, attempting to make a sharp turn to the other direction and bolt for it. However, when his paws touched ground again, his ears flicked backward at the sudden yelp the beta female had made. He hesitated.
Fool, he snarled at himself. Already he could hear the approaching paws of the other pack members, Cera had left them behind so they still had a good distance to cover. "Listen," he spoke to the other two females. "I'm going to make a run for it, top speed. We can't slow up even for a split second. Keep up if you can, but if you are unable to and they're catching up, split up and take a different path. They'll remain focused on mine most likely."
Without another word, Izah bolted. The forest foliage engulfed him in their white arms, his silver fur gleaming and almost blending in. Even as he ran, his paws made light steps across the snow, every bush and over hanging branch undisturbed as he passed by. Years of constant practice and experience, he was like a ghost of the forest.