‘You have returned to me,’ he thought as he watched her through the thick brush and fallen trees. Birch branches scratched at his face while he settled himself among this hiding place. ‘Good,’ he growled to himself, ‘excellent.’
Troubled by the squall, he felt relieved. For two days now he had been hunting, seeking her out. He had charged through gusting winds and acid rain. Nothing, absolutely nothing would stop his pursuit of her.
They pushed deep into the mountains.
Through the blustery winds, he heard a horrified cry. The freezing rain was constant, the cold wind gusting.