Wheeling Gull Isle there's no pride in sharing scars to prove it

Only once did Maera dare to look over her shoulder to see if in fact the other female was in persuit. She didn't really need to turn back to confirm the other's presence for she could feel inside her chest the thrill that only appears when one is being chased. However, as soon as she saw Ixchel running behind her, the fiery Sveijarn could not help but let out a high-pitched yip, a vocal expression of the raw excitement that had taken ahold of her.

She felt young again, younger, and back in a place that though she couldn't or wouldn't let herself recall but knew that she had been happy - almost as gloriously happy as she was now, zig zagging and speeding through the foliage with Ixchel in tow. Another joyful sound escaped the Sveijarn's lips before she began to feel her lungs begin to plead for her to stop so she could catch her breath once more. Truth be told, Maera would have too would loved to be chased forever, however forever was a pretty damn long time and a girl needs to nap sometime so.  

As suddenly as the chase had begun, it seemed to come to an end as Maera skidded into a halt with an impressive skrrrrrrrt. Then, not wanting to waste the momentum she spun around and re-positioned herself in the playful bow she had adopted earlier, her tongue hanging from her parted mouth as she panted. This time however she would not take off as Ixchel approached, she was done running.
For now.

"hey" she barked in greeting, her tail waving invitingly, "do i get to chase you now?" she barked next, half hoping Ixchel would say no because damn they had just ran a lot, but hoping she wouldn't see through the flame's non verbal interest and invitation to keep the interaction going.