Hoshor Plains Quicker than falling asleep.

It came partly as a surprise to Spica that her pounce should actually work. Usually somewhere halfway through the practicalities of her grand ideas something unexpected happened. This time, everything just seemed to click and her plan worked! Another part of her wasn't surprised at all, of course; she was pretty damn awesome, after all, and through her cunning planning she was now running off with the food between her teeth. Though the food as extra motivation, it was mostly the thought of succeeding that made her feel great -- because there hadn't been much to hunt or practise hunting on and when she tried she realised she was hopelessly behind, it felt extra great to just succeed! -- though when she glanced over her shoulder she realised the precarious situation she was in.

He was gaining on her, shit. And if this was some lush forest or there were some rivers with narrower pathways across she could totally ditch him, but when it came to the flats of this boring old place Spica didn't stand a chance. Shit, she muttered to herself as she tried to keep ahead, but realised with every passing second that she was going to be caught up to very soon.