"Risu-san?  Umm..."  Hikari glances back toward where the others are, momentarily thinking better of pursuit.  The rest of their group seems to be busy, though, with half of it nowhere to be seen and the others deeply engaged in staring at a boring patch of woodland.  They're probably looking for squirrels, too.  Distraction always wins out over reason.  "Ah!  Risu-san, come back!"<br/><br/>After the moment of indecision she goes jogging after the furry little critter, thankful that her current attire keeps her bust in check when she does so far more than her fuku did last night.  Even so, she has a distinctly girly way of running, holding her elbows in close to her side and her hands up in front of her and watching the ground more than anything else while she takes long, almost skipping strides.<br/><br/>"Risu, risu, risu," she beckons, pursing her lips in what she imagines is a manner akin to a squirrel.  Without realizing it, she's strayed significantly from the beaten path in her search, scouring the thicker underbrush away from the well-trodden areas thoroughly with her gaze.  "Risu-san, are you here...?"