how far do I have to go to get to you

As far as Szymon was concerned, there was little here to appreciate. He didn’t make a connection between his wife’s name and the walking buffet, and he certainly didn’t know why they were chasing this ungulate — she was too hale, and they weren’t that desperate — but if Moorhen wanted to chase it, well…

The male’s paws were flung immediately into motion, tattered ears falling back upon his skull as he stretched out into a low-slung lunge. With one eye on the fleeing quarry and the other on his banded leader, he ran — and if she didn’t stop him, he’d continue to run until his heart burst or his lungs gave out.