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Ilya followed after, still gaining. After a few minutes of chasing she felt that the male was slowly coming closer to her, and this excited her. The speed and adrenaline of such a harmless chase made her feel young again, especially when it was with such a handsome and goofy friend. But she soon realized that Luke was growing far too close, and suddenly it was clear that she was no longer chasing him. 

So the mighty hunter became the frail prey. 

She turned tail, streaking through back through the woods where they came. Luke wasn't faster, at least she didn't think, but he had a lot closer a distance than she had. Pink tongue lolled from her jaws, which were turned up in a smile. She ran as fast as she could, but soon grew tired. Wolves were not race cars, after all, speed could only last them so long. Ilya slowed her pace and eventually stopped, sitting down. She watched the white wolf come nearer as she sat, panting with perked ears, bracing herself for his impact.