Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

Faster she may have been, but she would always stay in the careful boundaries of just out of reach. She had no desire to be completely ahead of him and too far to catch up to. Assuming he kept giving chase she would not lead them very far. Only a few notable trees would pass them before she slowed her pace with the intent of allowing him to find her side. She had never been good at keeping up facades and surely it was well known — to him at least, she hoped — how much she desired his presence.