Tell Me a Secret

It seemed like she was going to let him grab her. Tyrian's paw had just enough time to snake over her waist and begin to touch the baby soft tips of her hair when she was off like a shot leaving him not quite with his willy in the wind since he hadn't had a chance to reload in that department, but certainly out in the cold. Surprised by this and a bit slow all things considered, it took him a second to realize what was happening. When he did a slow smirk spread over his lips and he heaved himself after her. Oh, it was on. Now it felt like it was he who was owed a scream.

Her tail was the banner that drew his focus. His gaze fixed on it to the exclusion of all else. Tyrian was much too heavy for this even under the best of circumstances. He was built for close, ground and pound style combat. Mad dashes across the sand were not his forte. And yet, little by little, he somehow managed to gain ground. His eyes left her tail once as he aimed a paw at her hind feet. A miss. It wasn't even close. Was she toying with him? Definitely.

Tyrian focused on her tail again. He licked his lips in anticipation before his expression settled into grim determination. Truly he was getting winded; her wicked tongue had put him at a disadvantage. But he would not, could not, give up the chase. Tyrian reached out to swipe at her legs again. If he could trip her up for just a second he just knew he could catch her in his arms.