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She caught up to him swiftly, and while that may have caused her ego to swell at any other time, she was too distracted to feel good about her speed and skill; should she get a good look at the creature before her, Parvati would realize it was not skill that gave her an advantage, but the purity of her genetics. She careened by him, overshooting the mark just a touch — but she did not stop, merely wove along at a lesser pace until he found her again, and together they jostled and played. It was childish in some ways, reminding her of the rough-housing of boys, but garnering his attention - his touch, however fleeting - made her burn hotter and hotter.

As he came up alongside her he pressed his cold nose against her fur, and she felt it against the warmth of her skin. Every little touch wrought a flickering tremor through her body. She could not look at him for fear he might see the lust in her face, but certainly she tried to glance at the stranger as he rounded upon her; yet he crossed her, raising up and reaching for her, pulling her sidelong against him. She could feel the need within him — the burn of her own — and crooned beastly sounds at him, reaching awkwardly for his chin to stroke it with her tongue, or nibble at his cheeks. But the moment did not last — she soon felt too rooted. He was an anchor wrongly set, and she would not be moored here. 

So, off she went — a bolt of amber towards the blackness of the wood.