Moonspear dancing in the moonlight

The boy was good at maintaining the motion of it all. He liked the run, and when she rushed in a little closer to him now and then, his heart raced and anticipated sparked up and down his back. A certain sort of playful delight would follow, then he'd try to dig in and flee faster just in case, so long as he had some sort of path to glue himself to. He liked being chased plenty, so it had not yet urged him into any kind of retaliation; he just wanted to be chased and the forest allowed him the passage to do so.. but only for so long.

A frown creased his expression when he realized the upcoming obstacle. He wasn't savvy enough to foresee his best route to keep carrying on just like this, not immediately, which worried him briefly.. but still loping along, he was running out of time to ponder the notion. He could ride it out and just turn this towards a new path, he reasoned, although decided not to do so just yet in the end.

Before the wall forced his hand, he began to turn his path and skidded to a messy stop, then swung around to spring back at her. He attempted a pounce, all trying to hit hard upon the earth with his forepaws then use the momentum to bounce away instead of further forward. Go fast stayed his simple, main goal as he wanted to circle back towards her better since he knew he could be harder to catch if he kept moving. Although now that he was facing Hydra, he was keenly more aware of her every move suddenly now that it was more than hearing her come for him. A little intimidated, but feisty enough, he clicked his teeth at her and sprang again, trying for a move in the direction of her front legs until he was inevtiably derailed, or rebuked. Whichever came first.

The spry boy kept going, away and towards her as needed. He would refine with time, but each awkward miss and every meager attempt was something.. in his long run.