Lost Creek Hollow wish i could prove i love you.

They rounded through paths yet to be worn in and tore through the underbrush. To an onlooker it would have looked no different than a hunt, and in a sense that was exactly what it was boiling down to. He was drawn to her inexplicably for the same reason she taunted him in their game. So when the pathways became increasingly familiar to the ones he traveled daily, Mordecai felt necessity to surge forward after her like he had planned. At least he thought he was gaining on her, unaware that she had begun to consider losing their little festivities.

He closed in, but not quite enough to catch her; she was smaller and more lean than her counterpart. He barked in her wake, the sharp note no doubt stirring any small creature loose from their approach. In spite of their game he could not be curious as to where she was leading him, and what would come of his pursuit once they reached the sloping terrain surrounding the winding creek and its stones.