His senses were sharpened at he loped through the woods, his long legs propelling him over smaller obstacles. Her scent was clear in the air, her trail through the woods marked by flattened foilage and snapped twigs. He could smell her perfume, her natural scent, and the mixture of fear and arousal that clung to it all.<em>She ran because she had to, but she wanted to be caught as well.</em>The thought was come and gone from his mind in a moment, and he bared his teeth in a smile that was purely predatory before picking up his pace.<br/><br/>His ears began to catch faint sounds from ahead, the forest silent in his presence. He darted around one tree, eyes flicking to the robe that hung forlorn on a nearby bush. He laughed softly and turned in the direction of the noises.<br/><br/>As he closed he choose to crash through patches of brush. They were inconsequential things. They could not slow him, but the noise of his passage would eventually reach her ears as he closed on her. It would make her run faster, wear herself out, so that when he chose he would close that last bit of distance, and bring her to forest floor. He could feel her wrists, pinned in his grasp, the beat of her pulse in her throat as his lips closed on it, see the fear and desire that warred in her gaze, and that moment of surrender when she went limp in his grasp.<br/><br/>She was his prey, in the here and now. He would have her.<br/><br/><em>Soon.</em>