I run for my life, faster than I've ever run before, deeper into the desert, towards the rocky cliffs, towards a place to hide until my pursuers leave me be. I can still hear them in the distance, not giving up quite this easily... As I leave the open terrain behind me, get away from line of sight, I call upon the air to hide my scent, change directions and try to find a place to hide, already exhausted by my long run.
After a few hundred meters of scampering between the rocks, I come by a small crack in the ground, just large enough for me to fit in so that I'm not too visible. I barge in, laying as low as possible, trying to stabilize my breathing, hoping that no-one with too keen a sense of hearing happens to come too close.
Only now I have time to reflect on what had happened - I had a position, I was respected, even loved, and one mistake, one show of weakness, was all it took to change that forever. I had it made, as much as anyone in this god-forsaken world, and I threw it all away by just not being strong enough, not having it in me to resist the temptation just then...
Soon, I hear sounds of feet running by - a hundred, two hundred meters away? They'll be spreading out, though, and some of them will probably stay behind, looking for my hiding place. Not to kid myself, they probably will find me - none have survived the Hunt before, and I expect I will not be the first.
Soon enough I do hear light rattling of claws on rock closing in on my hiding place, a familiar scent entering the air - it's Dreamwalker, of all! I resist the temptation to sigh out loud, and prepare to face my end in the teeth of my former mate - to her, I won't be able to offer even token resistance, whereas she is honor-bound to end my life on sight. Whether she'll do it gladly I don't know - I never really got to know her that well, a reason more for regret.
Some five meters, four, three... And there she is, staring at me, looking surprised, even shocked. I lower my eyes a bit in submission, accepting my fate. She hesitates, however, looking around as if for help - or for witnesses? I raise my head, a small hope sparking within me... She always was more of a beast than me, but I, too, should know that that does not mean lack of compassion.
She seems to reach a conclusion and approaches me a little hesitantly. I look into her eyes asking an unspoken question. She answers with a single tear on her wolf-face, then attacks. Instinctively I show my throat to her as a sign of surrender, but that only makes her job that much easier - and quicker.
As I descend into the darkness I can feel her lips on mine.