Broken Boulder now i'm feeling things, so be sure

Kavik dips his large, inky frame in play and her timid smile grows into a toothy grin. Liri cannot help the powerful wagging her tail picks up, so vigorous that her whole body quivers with its excited pace. 

A peal of laughter, her laughter, rises into the air as she takes off. She's unsteady and definitely not fast or big enough to outrun him. Limping heavily, Liri heads for the surrounding woods. 

Here, she has more things to worry about: creeping roots, holes, fallen branches and of course, stones. The healer is clever enough to weave between the smaller trees; she's relying on his size to be his downfall. 

Even so, Liri will tire out soon. She knows she can't win; the thrill of it for her is the chase. 

Before long, the fae finds a pile of loose rock and clambers up it as far as she can - which is not very high on three legs. She curls there, tucked out of sight and waiting there with butterflies in her stomach to see if Kavik can sniff her out.