Swiftcurrent Creek aim; it's a one shot take down

She did not mean to run far.

Nor did she run to evade him.

Only to move to a lonelier part of the Creekside. When her pace slowed at last, in the soft snowy stretch of land along the creek, she expected him there on her heels. Some part of her braced for a tumbling impact or a clashing of shoulders.

All she knew for certain was that she wished for him with even more of a ferocity than the first time — when he had seen fit to try and send her off.

What had changed his mind to come back to her?