Free Hunting the Huntress by Ember Case Page B

the one day of the year when she was not free to run with the other hunters, and instead spent her time first in the purification rituals, then gossiping with the other women. She had let their chatter slip past her as always, uninterested in their girlish dreams of mating and raising a family.
    More than one maiden this harvest was openly dreaming of being chased by the fierce pair from the north. Nilana had held her opinions to herself. She had been born to hunt. No man could compete with the thrilling freedom she found running the trails, the rush of the kill, knowing her skills provided precious food and furs to her tribe.
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    The moon had barely begun its path through the night sky when she’d slipped away from the maidens. Hoping she’d gotten away from camp before the warriors had time to begin their hunt, she’d headed for a quiet spot by the river. After covering the slight trail her footsteps had made she let her totem answer the lunar call, enjoying the feel of the autumn wind ruffling through her fur as she breathed deeply the smells of the coming night.
    She’d headed for the river alone, eager to lose her scent in the quick running water.
    A hunter could not follow where there was no trail. She had been almost giddy with her power as she headed out under the clear, bright sky of the early twilight.
    She had hoped for a quick run through the night followed by a quiet evening of rest under the full moon while the hunt went on without her. Her hopes had been quickly dashed. It was there by the river they had found her, the warrior and the shaman. She’d stared at them for a moment, unable to believe they had tracked her down.
    And there the chase had begun.
    She should have taken them more seriously. Overconfident in her ability to hide her trail from any hunter in her tribe, she had taken them lightly when she first picked up their scent. Nilana admitted it had thrilled her just a bit to be pursued by the men so many of the maidens were dreaming of. That excitement had faded as they proved hard to shake from her trail. She should have remembered her role tonight was that of prey, not huntress. It was a truth driven home again and again as they ran her down the path they wanted her to take.
    A glance over her shoulder now showed only one form behind her. Tate, the warrior.
    His longer legs continued to eat the ground between them. Under other circumstances, she would have enjoyed watching him run. His glossy brown coat rippled with the powerful muscles beneath. There was awesome strength in his lean body, whether he took the form of man or cougar. As a man he stood head and shoulders above the warriors of her tribe, his long body impressively formed of muscles and sinew. But when he called his cougar totem to take its form, he became the Chimaga who was already the source of legends.

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    Pursuit by the legend had lost its charm for Nilana. She needed to get to higher ground.
    The canyon curved ahead and she used the tight corners to her advantage. Her legs were shorter than his, but her agile body was better able to take the corners at high speed.
    Shooting out of the last curve, she saw a fork ahead in the path. Yes ! With any luck one of the branches would lead up and out to the forested foothills where she would have the advantage. To freedom.
    Get out of the canyon. Get to the hills. The two thoughts ran through her head with the rhythm of her paws as she sped across dry ground.
    She poured her last reserves of energy into a final burst of speed. Higher ground was to the left, and that way should lie freedom. Great bounding leaps took her onward, hope adding strength to her feet as she reached the split.
    Already springing for the left path, she roared her anger when she found she had been outmaneuvered. The shaman Cheveyo stood guard there quietly, a furry, gray shadow blocking her path.
    With a snarl of frustration, Nilana headed right, further down the canyon. She had not scouted this far past the