Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

She wondered if he would actually chase her? She hadn't looked back to make sure, too focused on urging her muscles to take her quickly and efficiently across the mostly unknown terrain. Surely, her invitation would have been enough to entice him on a chase. 

She waited longer than she thought she might have to before she heard his quiet steps, his scent wafting by on the light breeze. She grinned, her heart beating excitedly in her chest. She figured he would be here soon, and she just needed to wait for the right moment. 

As expected, she saw Donovan approaching, his nose busily searching the ground for the scent she knew would lead him right to her. In hindsight, she should have gone on and then circled back before getting into her hiding place, but this would still hopefully work. He stepped closer and closer, and she waited and watched. Each second the distance between them closed, the faster her heart beat. It was her plan to use the element of surprise to knock him over. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep him pinned, but she might be able to get him to the ground for a few seconds. Or she would fail miserably and he would counter her playful attack. She would never know if she remained hidden.