Shadewood that's not my name

And just like that, Nero had given in. Tacita snorted a heavy breath of air in place of the childish giggle she was sure he would have preferred, then weaved around a corner into a small puddle. Her feet continued dashing across the ground, kicking up dirt behind them as they went. Before her appeared a large sequoia with a large enough hole at its base for her to snake through, though when she attempted, her hindleg faulted and she fell onto her back before escaping. 

Tacita yelped in pain, as she was sure she'd cut herself at some point, but she stood back up and continued making her way through. At this point, Nero would have been close enough to catch her if he so pleased, and she wouldn't have argued with it one bit. Still, she couldn't help but shake the ache in her thigh, despite the exhilirating blood and chemicals pumping through her veins.