Moonspear I'm just stitching a scarlet letter

she runs, and burns, and there is fierce joy in this simple act. she is oblivious to hydra's approach, focused as she is on avoiding a head-on collision. but as the shadow nears, she can no longer go unnoticed. the silver sharply avoids a looming pine, ducking low under the branches. she glances once back to find the unstoppable force that is hydra, and her tail lashes once in gladness. 

she slides down an incline, finding herself for a few seconds in a relatively clear patch. she glances once back to affirm it is hydra that follows, and almost immediately afterward stumbles. she crashes forward, attention drawn violently in the same direction as she rolls, finally coming to a stop when she collides with a snowbank. splaying out her limbs, she rights her head and peers around for hydra with a lashing of her tail against the snow to prove she's fine.