Eon complied and fisted his hands into the nape of her fur, holding on for dear life. Tali prayed to Hircine that he knew how to hang on, and hold on tight.
Before the Shadow Knights knew it, she was off into the night. Kicking up a cloud of dust and dirt as they left behind the dead hamlet of Fairhills and escaped into the thick of the woods. Running on all fours gave her a superior speed over the stallions that seemed to be having a hard time cutting their way through foliage of the forest floor.
The ground was a green and brown blur underneath her feet, the cold air of the night nipping at her face and her weight strained with Eon on her back. As a werewolf, she had plenty of stamina to run long distances. But weary from travel, scuffed by weapons and Eon riding her back as they made a fruitless escape through the woods was tiring her out.
'Please don't let me give out now.. I refuse to die like this'