He had a plan. The huntress still didn't know about Tarithe, and Dmitri intended on keeping it that way. She was hidden in a burrow-- with strict orders to stay-- while he ran the hunter. He had her right where he wanted her. The cut had been a mistake-- a slip up that ended up working to his advantage in luring her to the spot.<br/><br/>He breathed heavily, wincing in pain as he ran. Then, he stopped, and tucked himself away. The trap was laid. The moment Dmitri knew a hunter was after Tarithe, he started planning. He made each of her messes his own-- so they wouldn't know to look for a young wolf. But this huntress was good. She kept getting uncomfortably close to finding them. Too close. So he had no choice but to defend himself.<br/><br/>It was a well hidden pit fall. Branches and leaves laid over the top made it look like normal ground. She was focusing on trying to find him-- not look for a trap that was made for her. Most wolves, admittedly, weren't patient enough to lay traps. They fought, or run. Dmitri had done his best over the years to overcome the solid fight or flight instincts-- he preferred to be crafty.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Just one more step...</span>he thought, breath baited. Then he'd have her. And from there, they would negotiate-- with him safely out of her reach. If she agreed to his terms, he'd let her go, and hopefully they'd never meet again. If she didn't, he'd leave her there, either to die or to be found by her fellow hunters.