Eyes continued to search for the white of her pelt,but he did not find it. He kept waiting for her to stop, trail back and get the best of him. Suddenly he halted, holding his breath, ears straining. Was she even running still? Damn, she was quick. But as he listened he could not tell if the crumpled leaves danced from the breeze or her. Head jerked at the sudden call of the raven. He wondered what it said, if it was perhaps a clue, or laughing at his predicament. Muscles tensed beneath his dark coat, waiting. When nothing else happened, he proceeded to rely on his nose, and her intoxicating aroma to continue the chase.
The Tainn was running now, and more urgently, wondering if he would find her. Or if she had disappeared, and that was that. The unknown was one of life's cruelest things, and he would not give up. Not yet. As the cool air broke in his lungs, he could still pick up a trace of her. "Where are you going," he murmured to himself. What would he do if he caught her?
He continued running till his sides began to hurt. He figured he would go another couple feet before he would surrender, and admit defeat. When wait a minute....she had veered off, and was now. Brows pressed together as he paused, more uncertain. No closer to knowing what she was capable of nor planning on doing than when he had laid eyes upon her. "Enoki?" He tested, a hint of fear to his deep tone.