No matter how fast her feet carry her, Ahri's sharp vulpine hearing can't escape the baying of the hounds, and she could almost feel their teeth snapping at her tailtips, feel their hot breath down the back of her neck.<br/><br/>It was a daring (and rather fiery) escape Ahri managed to stage from the mountain compound where she'd been held in durance by her erstwhile master, but there's still a long way to the bottom of the mountain, thick foliage, difficult terrain, and wide, deep rivers between her and the foot of the mountain.<br/><br/>And steep cliffs. Can't forget steep cliffs. Especially when a steep cliff is quite nearly what she might have run headlong off of if not for her reflexes. It looks like a long way down - just looking over the edge levaes her dizzy - but the hounds have Ahri's scent now. Can she afford to double back? Will she confront her pursuers or try to put as much distance as she can between them? Does she cut left or cut right... or dare try to climb her way down?