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« on: May 07, 2018, 09:31:34 PM »
Wyoh had glanced back after the stunt they pulled, only to see the Sharptooth in a rage, knocking boulders into the crevice that the Threehorn had been running for. She felt a rush of joy- he'd made it out alive after all! Though, she reflected, judging by the size of those boulders he wasn't likely to stay that way. She let her eyes follow the crevice further down to where the cliffs that edged it opened out into a broad plain. Her view was blocked by the angle of the rocks in several places, but if the crevice led straight through, the Threehorn just might survive. She put it out of her mind, knowing that there was nothing they could do until they were safe, and turned to try to catch up with Buko.
The sharptooth had disappeared from view what felt like leagues ago, and Wyoh had wanted to stop, too. Energy was precious- she had tried to call out to Buko, but he had pulled too far ahead, and yelling against the wind was useless. So, she kept up as steady a pace she could manage while still keeping him in her sights, falling farther behind all the while. With utmost relief she watched the small figure before her slow, and then stop. She nodded in response to his greeting, and in due time finally reached the place where he stood.
The fastrunner wobbled to a standstill and stared dumbly at her companion for a moment. The world was spinning in a way she didn't like, and it took a few light shakes of her head to steady her vision again. "Yes, I made it," her belated response came in a flat, exhausted voice. Her eyes widened a bit as she recognized the swimmer, still clinging to Buko's back. "I don't think it got the Threehorn, either," she mentioned, her expression fuzzy and vague. "He might have been crushed, though. I'm not sure." It was all she could do to stay standing, and an emotional reaction was far beyond her reach in that state.