Blacktail Deer Plateau Black is the soul

Wraen was so lost in the game that she entirely forgot the sole reason she had begun it. The dead bird lied forgotten on the ice of the river, while both the hunter and the one, who had had the initial plan to steal it away, were too engaged with each other to remember it at all. 

The girl waited the fellow until he was close enough to the banks, then sped off to stop few feet away again. There was no joy in running on your own, when the other was not able to keep up. Or gave up on the chase.