Fox's Glade to me, from the timbers,

a tease, a challenge ; had dolce yet to know how stubborn of a woman rala was? how competitive? her grin widened, toothy, almost menacing, should anyone else wear such a smile. i am too quick for you, uangnaq pirliq, her words left her lips, accented with laughter, with a breathiness that came with daring someone to chase. if he was only a man, then she was only a woman, as they should be, for however long.

and before he could respond, come up with a southern remark, she gave a flick of her tail against his body and trotted up ahead, an almost surprising speed accompanying her short legs, her stature. a few ways in front of him, now, her tail would sway, tall and flagging, and nanuralaaq would turn her head to shoot him a look. one that says ; think you can catch me? before she gave an almost girlish giggle and continue on running.

the teeth of the valley stood tall on the horizon. she hoped it would take them a while to get there, so that she may enjoy her time with the man, before the threat of awkwardness, of tension threatened to surface. nanuralaaq turned back, now, to take in the sight of dolce, pin-pointing wherever behind her he may be. tail continuing to sway.

feel free to powerplay her if you think it fits the scene <3