The burst of adrenaline from such a prank elevates his mood considerably not to mention his close proximity to wherever Astrid hides. This is what he searches for in his other worlds. This rush of adventure, the same adventure that stains his coat with jagged claw marks across the left side of his hips. Scars that he flaunts as a reminder to himself of the travels and exploits he has been on. Out in the remote wilderness of the beyond there was so much more. Every place was different. Molodian was a special kind of place where imprints occurred yet once beyond the reach of the tallest spires of Spirane and the longest meadows of Asteraia there was life elsewhere. Life that did not include the fateful magic of imprints. Yet out there was other forms of magic.

In a way Zaphkiel presses closer to the clipping hooves of the fearful deer because it makes his heart pound and his blood race. One misstep and they would slam right into his face and cause untold damage to his lovely ebony fur. It wasn't like they could really blind him in his left eye, he thinks in a wayward manner. It was already useless, just something that he used to fool those around him. Heck, Astrid did not even know of his disability. Would she think less of him? No, that was doubtful. She'd probably tell him he better try a little harder to be careful lest he end up blinding the other one - all in that snappish tone of course.

He moves in his coltish manner, toes rolling onto the ground and jolting him up in a springy step of boyish excitement. Ears flick back as the deer finally begin to disappear and a flash of white to his right. He turns his head even as she sails into his path with her robust figure and daring eyes. His momentum carries him; his sleek hips can easily turn so that they merely brush one another. But he doesn't want that.

Instead Zaphkiel flashes her a toothy grin that is both coy and cocky and he tucks his head in and dives beneath her. It is almost the same tactic he had used with the deer their first hunt. He aims his large body between the space of her legs, intending to lift her beneath him even as he will collapse beneath her. Sometimes one must first break the ice to start the avalanche. He dives with a yip, closing his eyes and waiting for the moment when they would collapse into a pile of fur and limbs.