Redhawk Caldera Betting on the bull in the heather

Niamh accelerated after Whip, pushing away the quickening throb of pain every time her stride put weight on her foreleg. She'd locked her gaze upon the male playfully dashing away from her, and when she saw him brace to veer, she anticipated the movement and cut in earlier- only by a fraction, but it was enough for her to cut the corner and overtake him. She spared him a wild and ambitious side-eye as she did so, issuing a growl in hopes he might accept her challenge. 

She purposefully then veered in the opposite direction as soon as she'd crossed his path- intentionally zipping just ahead of him and potentially cutting him off, so that she could then lead him in a chase along the ridgeline that surrounded the plateau-like peak of the Caldera. While she cruised along, she did not push herself to her top speed- and she repeatedly glanced over her shoulder, just to make sure that he was falling for her bait.