[She loses him in the trees, and she eventually slows when she realizes as much. Her eyes roam the forest searching for some sign of life when a tree branch snaps. Her eyes whip around and she looks ....
[There's a small, surprised whine as he manages to get her, but she catches it's him pretty quick. They roll, and she nips back, allowing the momentum to carry her forward until she can attempt to get the upper hand (13).]
[He catches her almost in the gut and she rolls off easily (6), sliding to a stop a few feet away. As she rights herself, she cocks her head to the side almost as though to ask what's next.
Are they still tussling, are they done or are they going to keep running?]
( Actually? He's going to take this turn to transform back, sweaty, heavy-breathed, and ready to do another type of tussling, which we can leave them to. )
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... in the completely wrong direction (1).]
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Are they still tussling, are they done or are they going to keep running?]
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