Shadowwyn Moor its the soul that needs the surgery

She had done it! And that very same heat blossomed in her own breast; she noticed it as when she departed him, she was met with a chill that did not agree with her. It caused her to look back—something she had never done in this game—and she nearly stumbled in the process. Certainly slowed because of it, giving the darker man the advantage he otherwise would not have had against the sprightly woman. But her tail waved at the idea of him catching her... it was something the competitive Eshe had not ever wanted, until now. To be caught was to lose!

But this time, that thought did not occur to him. To be captured in this situation felt like it could be the greatest victory she had achieved, and as she ran, she looked over her shoulder once again... even knowing she might slow down, just to catch a glimpse of his face, his progress, as she moved.