[Marley]

The chase had been a little anticlimactic like in shitty action movies - humans gave chase to Kalver when they noticed him stealing and Noah was tugged away and forced to catch up to the running pace of the kitsune, although he wouldn't call it running so much as it was quite literally being pulled along and into the outlying woods of the city. Kalver always insisted they could lose the humans there and Noah couldn't disagree, but he absolutely loathed the woods. They were dark and creepy and he had to force himself to keep from thinking of how these ominous forests could very well turn into his final resting place if he and Kalver weren't careful. The thing was, though, that Kalver didn't like to be careful and no amount of lectures from Noah to ward the kitsune off from stealing and getting them into trouble. Most days, Kalver was pretty good at what he did, but there were times like tonight when he'd just completely fuck it up and it would get them the shit end of the stick.

"Can't you just turn around and say you're sorry?!" Noah exclaimed as he just barely missed a low hanging branch by ducking under it. Behind him, he could hear the muffled yells of a small group of humans chasing them down. Noah didn't think they'd be able to catch up, but it still unnerved him. Kalver would run for half an hour beyond where the humans had stopped chasing them just to be safe, and Noah didn't exactly have the same endurance that the kitsune had. More than once had he been picked up and carried upon Kalver rolling his eyes and telling him how much he was slowing them down.

Kalver leapt over a fallen log and Noah clumsily tried to follow the action, nearly tripping in the process. "Are you stupid or are you stupid?" Kalver asked evenly, and Noah scrunched his nose in distaste. "Well find someplace or somethin' cause I can't keep running-"

"Do not make me carry you again," Kalver interrupted, his grip on Noah's wrist tightening a bit. Noah pursed his lips and shook his head, thinking it would be best to keep quiet instead of arguing right now. He wasn't quite sure how long the chase went on but his heart felt ready to explode from his chest. He was just about the complain to Kalver again when the ground beneath his feet seemed to vanish and he was tumbling down some sort of steep hill; over and over and over and over again until he stopped at the bottom of a... gross muddy pit. When he'd finally regained his senses somewhat, Noah glanced down at himself and made a face, wiping his mud covered hands off on his mud soaked shirt. Mud. Everywhere.

He tried to stand but was crippled by a sharp pain in his left ankle, and the dirtied ears atop his head flattened back as he hissed in pain. "Kalver," he called out, frustrated, "what the hell-" From above the pit some feet up, he heard a shushing sound from who he assumed to be Kalver. Noah frowned as he made his way towards the edge of the slippery pit, looking up towards where he had fallen from and going silent as the sounds of the humans passed by above. He shifted to inspect his usually golden fluffed tail which was similarly now caked in icky mud. This was not his night.