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    maybe isn’t the most comforting response, but he doesn’t have time to argue against his father’s ability to move.    they needed to get OUT OF THERE.    so if logan thinks he can run, then he has to at least try.    the wolf follows behind, heightened abilities keeping up a quick pace as to outrun the hunters currently trailing them.    ‘     we can’t go home.    they’ll follow us and find dad.     ’    who is human and, while badass, would be caught completely off guard.    the rage of a wolf still fresh, deacon can’t help but to turn his head and let out a low, guttural growl, hoping to intimidate those that are trying to harm them.    sadly, however, it’s not affective, evident in the arrows currently being shot at them.    ‘     you got any ideas of a place we can go?     ’

              A PLAN. oh yes, he had a plan, but it would be a tad trickier to enact with his son within dangers reach.  ❛  ─  we’re not going home. not right now at least.  ❜  he mutters lowly, teeth clenched, while he feels bones grate together with every single movement. every once in a while, the wolf paused, catching an arrow from midair before sending it hurling through the air ; piercing a hunter each time. HE’S GOT GOOD AIM AFTER ALL.  ❛  … there’s a cabin a mile ahead, it’s deserted. you should be able to take cover there. beyond that. i will handle it.  ❜