how far do I have to go to get to you

Moorhen hadn't stopped to wonder why she'd given chase. It was a fool's errand, but when something ran from her, she wanted to persue it. She still didn't expect to be able to catch up to the long-limbed creature - but when Szymon's pallid form began to overtake her, she gave a bark of laughter and feinted toward him, hoping to throw him off or trip him up as she began to pump her legs harder.

The doe was just a flicker of motion through the trees ahead of them - not quite forgotten, but no longer the focus of the run, either.