The Dawn of New

Each thrusting of his legs brought the beast forward. He didn't know if he was gaining on her or not - the loss of his eye lent to some failure in depth perception, but he hoped he was. Each bound fueled by the raw power of his honed muscles, each leap soared him through the air until he came crashing down unto the earth, which should shatter beneath his paws if it truly understood its place. The beast was endless, and he moved with such great intention, one could have mistaken his pursuit to be fed by fury and lust. There were no such emotions here.

No, but he did have a plan, and as she dropped away from the mountain towards the woodlands that dotted the valley, Raheerah was forced to slow. The sloping and curvature of the path were not so easily navigated by the monster, who had fallen behind; this must have given her enough time to register how far back he was, for as he neared her again, she stopped and turned to face him. Raheerah was moving at full speed, and did not have the time to decide whether or not he should slow down and greet her - in the excitement of the chase, the adrenaline coursed through his veins and prompted him to take an alternate route.

As he neared her, he failed to slow. Rather, his tensed muscles prepared him for a final bound, and he sprung at her, extending his forelegs so that he would capture her at her shoulders and bring her down to the ground with him. Hopefully he could avoid harming her, though Raheerah had never been properly acquainted with the concept of "play" - his only goal was to take her down and keep her from running away from him again.