The woods were incredibly thick, but the footprints pressed onward through the mulch easily. Every now and then Caiside would hear—when had his senses become so sharp, and yet so blurred?—the sound of arms flapping away from sides and fingers dragging against trees.
Only...they left claw marks in the bark..and—
—"Chase us, Caiside! " An owl darted down before the once-god, its wings fanned suddenly and abruptly in his face only to deposit a crown of tangled brambles onto his head. Alarming in its randomness, and then it was gone. "Faster Caiside!" They called, cheering
