Sun Mote Copse Refuge in breathing.

Q cackled as Towma fell over from her successful attack, gasping for air, and she darted toward her aunts face crowing: ME WINS!!! ME WIN!!! ME GOT YOU!!! Q GOTTED YOU GOOD, her tail waved wildly behind her, and she jumped backward. OK!!! NOW! NOW CATCH Q!!! She giggled at that, making the executive decision for the both of them as she bolted away from Towma.

She had some more freedom now than she had say, four days ago... but even that was not much. Still, if Towma was at her heels, it was not very likely she would get very far to anyhow. And she was not exactly super sleuth stealth about her path, either; not only was she loud (which her aunt would not know), but every stick that ever existed was pulverized by her mighty paws and every leaf, flower, and weed was torn apart as she ran over them. HEHEHEHE, she giggled impishly as she went, all the messier for her sprint.