Hoshor Plains grinning

She tore away from him and for some time, did not cast her gaze over her shoulder to see how much space her pace put between them. She assumed he pursued, but when she could only hear the rhythmic pattern of her own footfalls for some time she slowed and circled around. 

She panted, the hot puffs of her air draping little veils of mist on the air. The bearwolf was nowhere in sight, and all that followed her were her pawprints. She licked her jowls, and took a moment to flick her tongue over her wounded shoulded. The blood still seeped from the wound slowly, unable to congeal while she'd been running. 

Her head snapped up when she caught sight of the dark figure on the horizon, doggedly pursuing her tracks still. She huffed, as though she'd been waiting ages when in reality, it'd only been minutes. Her knee-jerk reaction was to taunt him for falling behind- but she thought better of it. She didn't want another spar, or to be chased off again. It'd been fun, but she was tired of the game. She was more interested in finding out more about him, than simply being pushed and herded around. 

"Weel, now ye seen 'ow fast I go," She called out across the shrinking distance, lashing her tail like a cat, proud of the mouse it had caught. She kept a wary eye on him in case he decided to lunge for her again. She'd be disappointed if he did. "Roughly, anyway. Better day weeout snow an' I go twice as fast-as-sat," She boasted. "Wot jee call yerself anyway?" Still watchful, tense, lest he make any sudden movements.