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With a hopeful gaze he watched for her reaction- only to be pleased (albeit slightly confused) when he seemed to have stunned her a bit. Was it because she was offended by the gesture, or was it because perhaps she'd been genuinely surprised, but in a pleasing way? The former would have wrecked Bronco to know that he'd done something inappropriate- but he had yet to learn how to properly establish and respect those boundaries, though he wasn't by any means ready to push them yet. When she charged after him, he realized with relief that in the very least, she wasn't angry with him, or offended- and she tore toward him mercilessly, bounding on those long, slim legs toward him as he finally focused on the task of being chased- and thrust himself into a gallop. 

Every few paces, he'd turn his head to catch a glimpse of her in his peripheral vision, an inky shadow which- with every glance- drew several lengths closer to him despite the fact that he maintained his pace. There was no questioning it- Vallkyrie could outpace him on a flat-out stretch with little effort, and he had no hope of possibly maintaining a lead. That wasn't much of a problem, however- as he maintained his pace, hoping for her to catch up- simply so that she could pass him and come within the window of his vision.