Theron shot out of the Dark River.
The answer was never in the Dark River to begin with.
As he ran, the Alpha flashed to his side. And then, with a simple leap, Theron landed on its back.
Their speed instantly accelerated, becoming nothing more than blurs in the forest.
Clouds of crimson darkness appeared beneath the Alpha's paws and claws as it launched itself into the air. Its agility hit a completely new plane of existence. It dodged trees not just in a left and right sense any longer, but up and down as well, gliding through the air and along the ground as though they were one and the same.
As it ran, Theron gripped its sides with his legs, his eyes scanning one map he had stolen from the Nightingale Sect after another.
He had underestimated just how far the Dark River raged on for.
