Panting coming from behind him, the sound of running paws. The wolves were back, giving chase and spurring on his feeble attempts at escape. Till was panting with effort, regretting his extended use of pipe tobacco for many years as he wove through the trees before the beach. If he could just make it that far. The wolves wouldn't be able to swim as fast as he could, and he might be able to drown the beasts to stop their torment permanently.
"Ahh!" Till's attention was gathered at feeling the heat of a wet snort of frustration at his bare leg from one of the wolves getting drastically close, pushing the older man on to run faster. The beach was drawing mercifully close, if only for the fact that once he hit the water the wolves would become clumsy and heavy with their wet pelts. Till glanced over his shoulder, digging hard with his legs at the sand since running on the beach was at times quite difficult from the constant shifting. The wolves' claws aided their efforts alon