<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/GmVMTHJ3/eef6ec6b38c38ad3b97da9b5de81db90-2.png)</div>Pozhvim ran flat out, leaning forward, claws digging into the loamy dirt, tail knife-straight out behind him for balance as he dodged through the moon-kissed brush and grass. He loved this, dangerous as it could be with the wood’s strange creatures, but he knew that if anything happened Nug would help him.<br/><br/>And as much as he loved running, he looked forward to Nug catching him even more.<br/><br/>The odd kobold’s heart almost skipped a beat when her knife sang through the air just beyond one shoulder, thunking solidly into a tree trunk ahead of him. Oh, she was close. She had to be…<br/><br/>He turned, tail lashing to the side in counterbalance as he tried to dodge around the tree, and then suddenly went down in a deluge of blue scales. Pozhvim gave a quiet yip of surprise as she tumbled him so easily over, first rolling beneath him to cushion him, then rolling them still further so she ended up atop him.<br/><br/>Pozhvim panted hard, trying to catch his breath as he gazed up at her glittering eyes and sharp teeth. Oh, she was an incredible huntress indeed! How’d he ever thought he might’ve evaded her? The heady thrill of their hide-and-seek games, the exhilaration of the last, desperate sprint, and now the powerful silhouette of her holding him captive in the moonlight, her teeth bared and eyes almost aflame with triumph…All of it balled up into a fluttery, unsteady, almost dizzy feeling in Pozhvim’s gut, and he felt his hemipenes almost spilling out of him in sudden, delayed arousal.<br/><br/>He tries to get enough wind to find words as he looks up at her happy grin. “Caught me…” he agrees in a breathless whisper. “I did good?”