His track was clear and swift. He never looked behind him and never remembered to do so. Doing so might only end up getting him into trouble in the long run. He hated to disappoint. He remembered the huntress was on his trail, so he climbed a tree and started doing a little hopping from tree branch to tree branch. His mind was focused, clear and he was determined to get away from her this time. The last time, he was lucky he didn't get caught. He thought about the last time, and shuddered slightly. The wind whipped through his hair and whipped at his face as if slapping him with invisible hands. He wanted so badly to escape, but would never know how.