The roar is both unnerving and encouraging:  Unnerving because she’s all but certain the feline is going to give chase, but encouraging in that it took a several seconds longer than she expected.  It might not be much, but she knows that every step has got to count for her if she’s going to have a prayer of making it out of this alive.<br/><br/>She knows that, by all rights, the tigress shouldn’t be suited to the forest, not with as big as she is.  The problem is that she knows<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>isn’t, either, not having lived in the city her whole life.  Worse, the massive cat has already more than proven her skill in the trees.  But worse of all, by far, is the hint of fatigue she can already feel starting to wear away at her.  She isn’t out of shape, but she isn’t conditioned for long distance runs, and particularly not when it comes to trying to hold the kind of speed she is.<br/><br/>Just because she can’t hear the tigress doesn’t mean she doesn’t know she’s undoubtedly gaining on her, and the fact that she occasionally stumbles over half-concealed rock or twigs doesn’t help her cause in the least.  She’s leaving an obvious trail that would be easy enough to follow even if the tigress couldn’t track her by scent, but she lacks both the training and the time to try to be cautious.  She isn’t even sure she’s running in the right direction to get back to town.  All she’s hoping for is to get as much distance between herself and the feline pursuing her.  …That and praying for a miracle.