He prowled about the maze of caverns making several loops before arriving back where she was hiding.  Her smell was still strong, that and the fragrant powder she carried with her still aroused his senses.  If something wasn't done soon, he may very well go back to that mushroom.  After a longing growl he twitched his earfins listening to the pitter patter of fairy feet, or the flutters of her wings.  A wide smile crossed his face and he soon gave chase again.