The first stiffening, the first salty taste signals her flight.<br/>She pushes herself away from him, muscles pumping taking her straight towards the forest, the path she had chosen for her flight, the path she had worked on and hoped most difficult for him.<br/><br/>As she ran she pulled at the collar he had placed on her neck, stuck fast, it refused to move, she would have to spend time getting it off, but not yet, run first rest and collar later.<br/><br/>Jumping onto a fallen log she launges herself at a low hanging branch, lithe body twisted in the air into the tree, intending to use the forests canopy to hide her escape route.