Deepwood Weald What is this, wash and wear?

(Maybe @Bronco could join too at some point if they want? They did say they wanted a thread.)

Oliver raced after Holly and, for a moment, seemed to be closing the gap between them. But then Holly kicked it into high gear and left him behind eating snow. He too picked up speed in an effort to keep up, but Holly just kept gaining ground.

"Hey!" he called out over the thundering of his paws against the frozen ground. "Slow down!"

He was already running as fast as he could, but he knew he couln't maintain this speed for long and Holly showed no signs of slowing down.

He followed her into the woods, zipping through the maze of tree trunks at breakneck speed. At this point, he was only catching brief glimpses of her through the trees. Then he turned a corner, and she was no where in sight.

He skidded to a halt, bewildered. "What the hell?" he wondered aloud. He was panting hard from the exertion of running so hard, so he sat down to catch his breath and make sense of what was going on. A quick scan of the area gave no clues as to her whereabouts, no prints of anything. It was as if she'd disappeared.

"Holly! Where are you?" he called out. Surely she couldn't be too far. He thought he heard a noise somewhere closeby and he stepped in the direction of the sound. "Holly?" he asked cautiously.