The thunderous sound of Sirius' paws slamming into the ground as he gave chase pulled a peal of excited laughter from the blue woman. When was the last time that she'd felt so alive? Maybe it was the almost dying thing, but she was pretty sure that it was simply their chemistry together. The pair played off of one another expertly and, in moments like this... it showed.
The sound of his step slowed and Isa imagined that this was because she'd run out of his line of sight. Pawsteps slowed and the fae began tiptoeing further and further into the wilds. The voice of Sirius rang out, calling her playfully and Isa had to plaster a paw over her mouth to keep from giggling out loud. This was all too fun.
Isa recognized this area. If she kept him going for just a bit longer, there was a nice clearing right at the edge of a little stream. They'd had their fill of water, but the sound was lovely. Dark ears strained to hear his pawsteps. Once she thought she knew where he was, Isa rocketed away from him once more, twisting and turning around the ever thickening trees. Once she neared the clearing, she slowed just a bit. Blame it on her sore lungs, but she wanted him to catch her.
