Lost Creek Hollow wish i could prove i love you.

She heard his pawsteps quicken in her wake and her grin broadened.  With a playful yip, the alpha abandoned any remaining attempts for secrecy and sprang forward, thrilling in the chase.  It was one thing to be hunter, but to be prey was entirely different.  Fortunately in this case, it was fun and exciting for she couldn't help but hope to be caught.

Eventually.

Harlyn sped along, weaving between the trees and dashing over the crisp ruffage scattered across the ground.  Dried and dead leaves burst into the air in a flurry as her paws tore across them, only to fly again the moment they'd landed as Mordecai's pounded down onto them seconds later.  With a twist, the druid changed her path to take them deeper into the heart of the Hollow.  Even with the fun of the chase and the liberating feeling of simply running and playing with her co-alpha, she was beginning to toy with the idea of losing the game - especially since it ultimately lead to a win for them both.