Don't Lose Sight Of Me

His legs keeping balance and speed at an unbelievably quick development, by and large, Gin went through the most profound piece of the woods. Running and going by various trees, he turned upward, looking at the bow-shaped moon. He couldn't resist the opportunity to revile softly, his eyes getting increasingly cold as a thought crossed his mind.

If only the moon was full, he could easily shift to his wolf form where he was at best and could fight well. 

He held his dagger and stopped briefly as he attacked back, sensing it directed at one of the unknown creatures that were following them as a loud thudding sound reverberated throughout the forest.

But the arrows didn't stop, seemingly endless as Gin continued to run with Sol in his arms.