The trees whooshed by them as Yoa sprinted, holding Nova like she weighed nothing. She expected nothing less from him. He kept trying to keep to the shadows, to hide while escaping their pursuers.
Yoa's speed did not falter. He was a master of the hunt, to hide and stalk, and run. To be the one hunted was no different, especially when those hunting them were specifically after Nova. He clutched her tighter to him, protectively.
If he and Vulcan come face to face again, he would ask what his obsession is with Nova. She was a stunning woman, exotic and wonder to look at but Vulcan was not one to be swayed by looks. The Silver Feather tribe had beauties, all vying for his attention as the Sky Matron's son, yet Vulcan was indifferent to their advances, never sparing them more than a glance. Or so Yoa had seen the few times he'd visited their nests for a meeting with Ixana.
