Growing roses in the disarray

With a growl of impatience, the pixiu drew himself back away from the hedge. From the corner of his eye he saw Maea's sleek form slide past him, darting down the trail before disappearing to the left. Opting to follow before taking the first opposing path—it was a maze after all, better that they both not find themselves in a deadend—Remi experimentally opened his wings before immediately realizing there wasn't nearly enough space for him to lift himself into the air. With a growl he tucked them at his sides, finding something suddenly thrilling about having to hunt the old fashioned way.

Unable to reach out to Maea mentally, Remi instead opted to make his presence known as loudly as possible. Better that he flush the pig toward the ancient so that they'd both know his position rather than coming upon her after a blind turn and presenting them both with the opportunity to make a devastating mistake.

As for the pig, it's mind had gone white with terror such that its movements were utterly unpredictable. The maze, as if sensing the game, was keen to adjust and reveal openings just large enough for a boar to squeeze through, before closing and forcing the felines to take the longer way around. All the while the three were running toward the heart of the labyrinth.

the bastion