Hoshor Plains grinning

His fangs scythed through her fur when she boldly came so close to him, but he did not seek to grab and shake her like the impudent little wretch she was. He would taste her blood upon his lapping tongue, and it irked her that he'd seen fit to bite her again. She grimaced and snarled, more offended than wounded. 

When he dove toward her heels it was with the brutish intention to herd her forward and truth be told, she was tired from all the spinning, twisting and leaping. She'd noted the scars on his hide, down one of his hind legs. She cackled cruelly- if he wanted her to run, she'd run- but she didn't for a moment think that he would be able to outsprint her. 

She lurched forth like an arrow launched from a taught bowstring, in a line straight and true. She'd be fastest if she didn't dodge and weave- unless to avoid an obstacle- and she laughed mercilessly, believing fully that there was no way for this man to possibly catch up to her. She decided she wouldn't even glance back to see how far behind he might be- and allowed her wicked cackles to taunt him and lure him after her.