<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png/391px-Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png)<br/><strong>Nug (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=296167.msg14511406#msg14511406)</strong></div></div><br/>The run through the brush that grew up on the sides of the river got her heart thumping even faster and sent endorphins and adrenaline pumping through her system.  The rush of excitement and the sense that the hunt was coming to its inevitable conclusion only increased her arousal.  She wanted to find Poz, to claim her reward for a successful hunt.<br/><br/>The intensity of her desires made her sloppy and slowed her down somewhat, so that she didn't reach the point where the two of them had slipped into the river until after Poz had hidden himself in the tree.  Silently, she studied the opposite bank for a few minutes, scanning for signs that he'd exited the river, thinking he could have easily continued further up, tricking her into searching here while he put more distance between them.<br/><br/>She spotted the glimmer of water on the dark soil first, and decided to forge the river to get a closer look, slipping sinuously into the chilly water and swimming in strong, determined strokes.  She exited just below the suspicious tracks and dropped into a crouch to study them, noting how they'd been disturbed by inexact back-stepping.  He was in a rush...losing ground and knowing it...it made him less careful.<br/><br/>Rising, she folloed the water droplets until they melted into the soil and she lost the trail, but it wasn't such a problem.  As she lifted her gaze to glance around, it fell first upon the nearest tree, noting it stood somewhat alone and certainly too far from its neighbor to be a good place to ascend with any hope of evading a predator.  But...he was in a rush.<br/><br/>Drawing closer to the tree, she turned and leaned back against the trunk, feigning disregard as she drew one of her daggers and deftly twirled it.  When she spoke, her tone was deceptively casual, vaguely teasing and yet feathered with a low rasp of hunger.<br/><br/>"Tch-tch...you allowed yourself to be treed, bunny.  How embarrassing.  Now...are you going to come down here and surrender yourself, or are you going to force me to climb up there and drag you down? I'm good either way."  She absently passed the dagger from her right hand to her left, proving she was equally as dexterous with either.  Then, her wrist flicked and the dagger shot through the air to embed its self halfway up the blade in a tree stump several yards in front of her.<br/><br/>"We both know either way I'll get my trophy...