Meanwhile Glaive had been hiking down the mountainside as best he could. Climbing over rocks and avoiding thistles along the way down. So far he had come into contact with no creature and until he made his move that's how he wanted it.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Be quick. Never hesitate. And above all never give up.'</span>Glaive recited these words in his head over and over. They were the three principles that every one of his kin was taught at childhood. They applied to everything in life and if followed diligently they would lead to success.<br/><br/>Glaive's keen sense of smell and acute sense of hearing notified him that prey was close by. However something else was drawing closer to him. It was was loud, big, and fast. Glaive headed further down, but couldn't lose it. Whatever was stalking him was getting closer. The path of the cliff became ore slippery as the snow melted into water and became mud, and as he ran downhill, he went faster and faster, jumping the knots of tree roots that burst through the path. Twenty yards ahead the path forked. To the right it went to the north and the caves, and the left path lead to the beach. Glaive grabbed the bow of a small sapling and it flung him round and onto the cave path.<br/><br/>Just as he turned the crashing of a giant boulder tumbled down behind him and rolled down the path he didn't take, towards the beach.