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Disappearing from sight definitely didn't mean disappearing from mind. And the more he acted like prey, the more alluring he was, much in the way a wounded deer might have been. It was probably not a side of Arbiter's curiosity that he really wanted to be on... She stalked after him, weaving her way after. It was wise for coyotes to run. it was just unfortunate that she wasn't in the mood to surrender the chase. And it was probably because of the irritation that plagued her about the situation that had brought her out here in the first place that kept her from noticing anything wolf about him. Oops. Maybe.

She approached the log and raised her head to peer over it before she got to that crest. She didn't spot anyone beyond. Hm. But she was on the trail. She could smell him on the wind. Coming closer, she jumped up on the same log, expecting to see a figure maybe darting off into the weather, but there was still nothing she could see -- but she smelled like she was on top of him. Arbiter looked down, hoping to spot the trail but spotted instead a canine pretzel. Just one beat for a blink, and then she snarled.