He continued to dash through the forest, passing trees and such, barely managing to avoid them. His gray orbs scanned the foliage as he blurred past everything.
Not far off in the distance, another canine, the arsonist who'd burned the wolf's packlands down would also be dashing through the forest at high speeds. He puts a paw on a pouch on a pouch that rested on his belt, a swift movement undid the latch, and the fuel spilled in a line across the forest floor, a grin spread on the crazed being's maw as he dropped a burning match along the line, a bloody grin about his face.