When he chased after her, she smirked to herself silently. She knew he was faster then that, how naive did he think she was? When he tried to flank her, she had expected it, touching the tip of her toe to a tree branch and flipping backwards and out of reach of him to touch to the ground gracefully, barely making a sound.<br/><br/>She stopped for a moment to grin up at him, waggling a brow at him. "slow poke." She taunted before dashing into the brush once more, flipping him the bird over her shoulder with a snicker.