The scent of his pursuer, and the wolf was no longer able to deny that this creature with the oddly mixed smell was not pursuing him, was growing closer every minute, but he was not about to be taken easily. He lived with a tigress who was over a hundred feet tall, and he had grown quite good at getting away from those who would hunt him.<br/><br/>First he took several deep wiffs of the air, to make sure what angle this creature was coming at him from, and was surprised to realize that the thing was actually in the air. For a moment he considered it might be flying, but dismissed that when he turned his head to find the branches above him bending with some great weight that had suddenly fallen on them.<br/><br/>'In the trees then,' he thought to himself as he suddenly curved his course, and doubled back along his own trail, mixing his scent with itself as he altered his route, literally running circles around the trees. He was not about to allow this thing to have him easy if he could help it, and with it in the trees he had one major advantage that it did not.<br/><br/>He demonstrated this with a casual grace as he stuck his paw into a plant mold in his fur that sparkled a bit at the touch of his pad, and then, just as he ran by a tree that was directly on his path he rubbed it into the bark, and instantly the whole tree was ablaze, as if it had been covered in gasoline and then his with a flamethrower. The herd, something he found her in the swamp, had no name to him, though fireweed was what he had called it upon discovering its ability to combust any other form of plantlife.