The Chase (Tangled up 6/?)
He instantly feels at home in the forest.
Light. Shielded. Hidden.
His body is grateful for the much needed excitement of greedy muscles tensing and relaxing in the thrilled expectation of the chase. The ground is still wet from the rain earlier and opens up to him like the printed page of a book he can read without effort. Running takes off the edge of the anxious annoyance that has been pushing him down lately. The trees are moving past him with slightly blurred expressions like runners in the city, sympathetic but determinedly moving into the other direction, slightly frowning at his choice of path. The air is full of smells, some seeming to bear traces of his prey, filling his lungs with need.
And he tries to push the thought out of his mind that following an unsuspecting couple does not exactly require exceptional skills in tracking.