He might be a BOOTCH, but he was a fast BOOTCH. He roared in delight as he felt her velocity behind him, the forest seeming to breathe in heavy breaths of fear against he back of his neck as it reacted to their barrelling bodies.
He spared a glance back at her, all teeth and slobber. Then, he whipped his head back around and launched himself right for a tree. It took his weight unwillingly, groaning as he drove one of his mutated paw feet into the bark. With the momentum, he launched himself vertically, bear-hugging the trunk to carry himself above her head. Whether or not she turned around or kept going forward, he was twisting away from the tree in a matter of a couple of seconds.
Then, hundreds of pounds of bear man was soaring down through the air, right toward the bi-pedal wolf. Every intention of wrapping her in a heavy tackle was put into his trajectory.
Miss :,)