Cricket Creek Bog you'll get it in the next life,

The sensation of being hunted was not entirely new to Alara. Once it might have set her to flight without a second glance back. Yet here and now she lingered. After several long seconds of watchful silence, she turned away.

If he meant to follow, she would lead. Alara slipped away and into the undergrowth, tail waving like a flag to signal him closer. She would know her destination only when she reached it; only when he caught her.