[ Now that's something he hasn't seen before. No matter, though. He watches her drive away through the trees, not bothering to pursue directly. He knows every inch of the forest by heart.
He tilts his head, memorizing the whirring sound of the scooter, and leaps to the ground. He leaves no mark as he lands and bounds away.
As she's driving, she might catch a glimpse of that same shadow at a distance, running leisurely through the woods. Not directly chasing her, but still present.
(He scolds Snatcher for playing with his food, but he follows a hunting hound's instincts and to a victim it probably seems the same way.) ]
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He tilts his head, memorizing the whirring sound of the scooter, and leaps to the ground. He leaves no mark as he lands and bounds away.
As she's driving, she might catch a glimpse of that same shadow at a distance, running leisurely through the woods. Not directly chasing her, but still present.
(He scolds Snatcher for playing with his food, but he follows a hunting hound's instincts and to a victim it probably seems the same way.) ]