Redhawk Caldera The View from Halfway Down

\whose heavy footfalls would likely fall out of range, especially with the wind singing in her ears. 

His head start didn’t give him an advantage, not when he took off at a buoyant lope and she slipped past him with the keen speed of an arrow. She was ruthless, like a starving hunter in pursuit of an invisible prey. She dodged limbs and flew over obstacles as though her path had a slipstream to guide her. 

Bronco had been prone for too long, and his body did not take kindly to the sudden demands, but he asked for speed from his muscles anyway. She slipped out of sight in the rush of gold and green, leaving behind a trail of rustling foliage for him to follow. He crashed after her, encouraged each time he caught sight of her fleeing heels and the gilded brush of her tail until he could finally keep her in his crosshairs, pursuing her with the blunt power of a bear through the woods and toward the lake.