The Tangle Got a secret, can you keep it

His deep, even breathing alert her of his state of sleep. He’s in a heavy slumber, twitching and moving occasionally from the dreams that pulsate through his mind. Creating sporadic pictures of old memories, old and new.

The all of a sudden he’s being dragged from unconsciousness, back into the world of the living. Unaware he’s been woken subconsciously from the noises of the agouti female escaping, hitting the bushes cracking branches of the native brush. He gazing sleepily around, the area surrounding him coated in a blue white light. For a moment he even forgets about the female–Aphrodite is her name. 

Speaking of, he needs to check on her. Simply glancing behind himself he doesn’t see anything but shadows in the little spot she had for herself into earlier. For a moment, he’s not worried. Assuming the night light plays tricks on his eyes. Standing to his full, powerful height, he approaches. Low and behold, she’s fucking gone.

A lightening bolt of anger passes through him, then he’s calm once more. Sighing heavily, he looks around for a few seconds seeing if he could see her in the immediate distance. When that bears no fruit, he shoots his leathery nose downward. On he goes, nose to the ground he easily picks up her scent, mixed with a hint of his own. Picking up a nicely paced trot, he’s confident enough to turn it into a sprint. Nose sliding down every few meters to keep on the trail.

He searches and he won’t stop until he’s found her. She’ll get tired before he does. He can track her for days if she really wants. Make her think she’s really escaped. Give her hope and rip it away so violently that she’ll be sipping and wheezing again, tearing streaming down her cheeks and body sore. Oh, he’ll find her.