Lost Creek Hollow wish i could prove i love you.

my inner four year old clapped happily about harlyn's decision to bolt for some reason

She answered him and once again, he drew himself into pause to take in his surroundings. The grin on his face had yet to slip from his muzzle in entirety, and this time he took in what lied ahead of him with careful precision. He still heard the tousle of leaf litter beneath all the ambient din, though this time it seemingly picked up. She was close, or at least had been closer than he had expected. Then in a great flurry, he caught a glimpse of her dark-haired coat bolt between a pair of wide oaks, and dissolve behind a screen of well-timed and placed evergreens as she rocketed forward.

It was all the incentive he needed to give chase.

Shoving off from the damp earth, Mordecai charged forward not unlike a bull. He broke through the flimsy and low-hanging boughs of the evergreens, feeling the sting and rake of their needles through his ever-thickening winter coat. This brought Harlyn into frame squarely, though she had quite the lead on him. It was no matter to him however, keen to keep his pace for a time until the woodland would thin to give him reason to surge forward. Until then he would let her choose the path, and only close in that distance to keep their game alive for as long as their stamina would allow it.