Bitterroot Valley Enter, Pursued by a Memory

Five! Barrett called, voice carrying through the trees. He was quick to stand, even quicker to spin on his heels and sprint, full-bound, after the scent that Twitch had left behind. The speed in which she travelled left impact upon the forest floor, turning right, left, dirt scuffed and branches felled.
A thicket bore her scent, and Barrett pulled forwards. Flicked his ears to face the shrubbery. He smelt her, but did not hear her, and was unwilling to try and wedge himself into a space so small. Drew in the air. Turned back, only to find an onslaught of her scent from further up. Damnit, he murmured, cursing himself for the time waste. She was a quick one, he could see that much, and for all he knew, she could be far beyond the taiga by now.
He continued to run, back on the original path, following whichever scent she had led behind. Saw the sunlight breaking through the birch, leading way to the plains, and decided, to hell with it, and barrelled right through. Made slight pause as he caught her scent upon a fern; smirk raising upon his face.
Eyes focused in on her figure—a furthering dot upon the horizon. Tail high behind her. Didn't waste his breath on words, instead, used his heavy paws, his well-muscled build, to power himself forwards. Would find himself in range to tumble into her, soon enough. Such a thought was warm within his mind.