What was this, then? Was the hound giving him another chance to flee? Or was he just toying with his prey? Kieran wouldn't put it past a hound to be so cruel. Kieran backed away a few paces, uncertain on his next course of action. Maybe he could make it if he made a run for it again -- there were almost always better odds of survival in flight than in fight. Then again, this one had already caught up to him once before. What would stop him from doing it again?

Maybe the odds would be a little better if he evened things out a little. Reduce the hound's stamnia and add to his own. Resolutely, Kieran took action. He was running again... but straight at Jon, rather than away, antlers lowered and prepared to taste his blood.