"War for the Throne" Chapter1 origin ver.(11)

Thane went down onto all fours,every muscle driving him forward as he gave chase.He rapidly closed the gap,bearing down on his prey.Just as he was about to pounce,the robed figure spun.Thane caught the flash of a blade,and his head whipped sideways,a line of white hot pain burning across his cheek and muzzle.He howled,his body twisting mid-leap,sending him sprawling to the ground.When he raised his head the robed figure was already gone.
"Thane!"Thane turned to see Sil running toward him."He got away!And he took the poppet with him!"
"I'll be honest."Pika said,leading the horses into the circle,"I'm glad we didn't find it.I don't want anything to do with the Rot."She looked around,"Let's set up camp.We can start trying to track him down tomorrow."
"Yeah,you're right."Thane grunted as Sil helped him to his feet.
"Are you alright?"The mouse looked at him worriedly.
Thane pressed a hand to his cheek.The wound stung,and his palm came away slick with blood,but it was only a shallow cut."I'll live."He grinned,"You still think I'm handsome,right?"
Sil sighed,"Just help me clear this place up will you?This stuff gives me the creeps."