Meadowlark Prairie baby, you wouldn't last a minute on the creek

Seeing as the prey has made her decision, Zhenya makes hers as well. Just as quickly as the woman takes off in front, she is following from behind, though the pain in her forearm sends sharp pains throughout her body with each step. She whines quietly, though the exhilaration keeps her moving onward. After a fair amount of running (at least in Zhenya's mind), she begins to slow until there is enough of a distance between the pair for her to know that the game is over. She falls back and retreats before licking at her own wound and limping back to lap up the blood splattered snow.