Blackfeather Woods a place where woman never smiled or wept

A challenging look was all it took for the pale child to fully engage race mode. She woofed again and let out an excited high-pitched screech as the caretaker joined in the game. At full speed she dashed off, zig-zagging the trees scattered on her path and occasionally looking to see whether the caretaker and the dark one were nearby enough to be able to catch her, if they could.