Ouroboros Spine Looms but the Horror of the shade,

There was something about running, and more so chasing, that sang to the primal instincts. With each length, each minute gone by that he did not catch his quarry, the brown bear grew more determined. If it were possible, he ran faster, adding his own carnage to the land as his nails dug in and tore the soil. She changed course in front of him, and he saw the slight ebb in her pace. He seized that moment with a rumble of excitement, giving that final push to close the distance. As soon as he was in reach, Kodiak landed a firm nip to her rump, flirtation hiding beneath the shroud of a simple tag that was being returned in this impromptu game.