With his nose to the ground Angelus followed the scent of the mystery woman in heat. It was a pursuit that had spanned a couple days; a complex game of cat and mouse. In this instance he was both cat and mouse, both predator and prey. His dogged, stubborn pursuit made him the pursuer, but he didn't think for one second that he was in control of the game. The woman owned it. She'd let him come close on more than one occasion, even shared a meal with him, but whenever he thought he was on the verge of success she'd taken off with a saucy saunter that demanded he follow.
Angelus paused to lick at a wound on his left foreleg. In one particularly tricky exchange she'd lured him in only to spin and strike when he dared lift a paw to her flank without her express consent. He was learning, though. With every encounter he was figuring out what she wanted and who she needed him to be. He was patient, and, being overwhelmed by the strength of her heat scent, willing to be anyone.
Once the ache in his leg subsided he was off again, but he didn't go far. After circling a stand of trees he froze. There she was.
