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Sangilak's call was soon met by one, and her head turned to note her distant shadow lingering there. Her gaze was no longer hard or disinterested upon him; it was assessing, and it sought and picked from him every strength he harbored. Sangilak, behaving as she never had in her life, played coy; her plume was held half-mast, but she kept her rear out of reach as she turned to face him head on. He drew nearer, and for a tense moment Sangilak did not move at all... until she did, and went to him like driftwood, her drive present but her bearing utterly casual. And so would begin the feral game; she drew alongside him, traveling the length of him, all but presenting herself. She moved out of his reach in a bound and began to jog along the shore-line at a rapid clip. 

The woman invited him to chase, to romp in the evening light and to court. Sangilak was no easy prize, and would see what it was the man who had answered her call was made of. She moved the length of the cliffs at a fast enough pace to make ones heart race, but not so quick as to make her an impossible quarry. That was not the point, after all; she wanted to be caught, in so few words. Doted on, though not in the way most women would wish it, and won.