The cold air stung his lungs as he ran, feet flying through the snow. All around him other dark shapes of daemons were starting to emerge from their dens, some of them looking at him curiously as he ran past, no doubt wondering why he was in such a rush, or perhaps why he was awake at all. Soon the entire clan would be awake. But he didn’t care right now. The only thing that mattered was getting to Cade. He needed to see what all the fuss was about. Another deafening screech echoed through the forest.
He vaguely recognised that screech as well. It was a younger female… maybe about Cade’s age, a bit older. But she was smaller. He felt confident Cade wouldn’t come out of the first too damaged. For as vicious as they were daemons rarely killed their own kind unless they absolutely needed to, certainly never over food. The fight would be frightening to an outsider, but relatively calm in terms of daemon fights. Skidding to a halt in the small clearing where his den-mate was engaged in battle. “Cade!” The creature looked at him for a moment, before casting his gaze to the left slightly before he reengaged in battle with the female.
Looking over to the side he noticed a set of tracks. Quickly running over the boy looked down in surprise. Human tracks. Taking off after them he barely glanced back as the fight continued. He doubted it would last much longer anyway; most daemons didn’t like wasting their energy during the winter on fights. He was easily able to close the distance between himself and the human, they were confused and doubling back on themselves a little. He was more surefooted in the snow and knew the forest better. A dark shadow flashed in front of him and the boy wasn’t able to stop himself as he crashed full on into it.
Looking down he realised he’d crashed right into the human and was now lying on top of her. “It’s alright. It’s alright.” Luka said as he quickly backed up off her, holding up his hands as he looked to her cautiously. “It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.”