Autumn didn't think twice.
She ran.
Her body moved before her mind could catch up. The stall of trinkets rattled as she shoved past it.Beads scattered…feathers flew.
"Pup…WAIT!" The red head tried to lunge after her, taken completely by surprise.
But she obviously didn't wait to explain.
Autumn ducked past a rack of chainmail necklaces, sending them flying into the air like tossed salad.
The vendor shrieked as the chains clattered to the ground, "What in the Moon's name… " But he shut up real quick, bowing instead of cursing, when he realised that it was a Royal from the Skarthheim pack!
"After her!" A loud chorus echoed just behind him.
"She bolted! She fucking bolted!Thorgar is going to skin us alive! "
"PRINCESS?Wait for us!Wait up! "
But they were large. Trained to stalk, not sprint (in an open field yes,but definitely not through narrow meandering alleyways).
Shit!
Autumn darted through two carts carrying sizzling meat skewers."Oi!! You…YOU SPUNY LITTLE…"
