Northstar Vale I will find out where she has gone

To chase the wind was an exhilarating experience. It was what drove Saena to wander in her youth, and made her a scout. Yet she had never chased it as fervently as she did now, spurred by Warbone hot on her tail. She bounded through the valley, twisting and turning to allow him nearer only to dart away again. For a time, she led him on a chase through rolling hill and copse, splashing once across a pebbled brook that left her legs glistening. She was breathless with tinkling laughter, and her tongue lolled from her jaws as she gave herself over to the vale's allure.

The warden of the vale would catch her in time, however; she slowed her pace, just enough that Warbone might reach her, with a sly glance over a slim shoulder. She wanted to be caught. That was rare. She was a free beast through and through, and mostly had been since the day she struck out from the plateau to find her own fortune. She'd once allowed herself to be caught by another, but that had not been a real chase, and the outcome had not been worthy of who she would truly become. She wanted to be caught by Warbone, though, as much as she would want to catch him should the roles be reversed, because he encouraged her to be the wolf she should be.

So she rounded a tree, slowing enough that he might catch up to her should he wish to, and shot him a competitive smirk.