“Get after ‘em boys! We got him where we want ‘em! Don’t let him get into the trees!”
The two riders were running after a wild centaur they spotted days ago. He’s been elusive, constantly vanishing or disappearing once he entered the forest. This time they called the Stable Master to help track him.
The centaur in question is an exotic breed, rarely ever caught & even harder to tame, an Arabic stallion.
“Shit call Ian! He’s getting away again!”
Anubis picked up speed, leaving dust in his wake as he sprinted, jumping high over a deep ditch & sliding down a steep incline, leaves kicked up & snapping branches on his way down. He didn’t stop moving, picking his way up another hill to find his younger sister.
Rushing through brambles & bushes, he finds her playing near a pond, she looks up with wide eyes. Such a pretty little filly, they’d take her from him & breed her when she came of age. Anubis doesn’t want that. Hurriedly he pulled her to her feet. Taking her by the hand & running deeper into the terrain. He stops when he hears more riders. Searching for a spot to hide her. Seeing a downed tree & a hole under it. Anubis pushes her in, grabbing herbs from his small bag & rubbing them all over her. It’ll keep her from being found when the hounds pass. Their barking echoing in the distance.
“Stay here habib. Whatever you here do not come out. Just like we practiced yes?”
Minerva nodded, scared & clutching a straw doll. Long black her covering her face as she retreated under the tree. Anubis dumped leaves over the whole & twigs to make it look untouched. Taking off into cover. Just because there’s hounds doesn’t guarantee he’ll be caught. The centaur dashed down a dirt path.