This game of cat and mouse was getting his adrenaline going like nothing else. It was like the greatest hunt of all time, the most heated battle, the deadliest catch. Belhara was a prize for any and he would have her. He knew that she felt something too or she wouldn't be toying with him like this. She must have missed him. Growing up, he was always trying to impress her when they crossed paths. He remembered when he jumped off the cliff, knowing she was watching and just as he had thought, she had come to the edge to look down and see what had become of him. He knew then that he had her interest, just like he did now. The next time they had met, he had climbed a tree and started walking across the thinnest part of the branch, daring gravity to try to take him while she watched. He loved putting on a show for Belhara and apparently she liked being his own personal spectator or she wouldn't be playing the game now.

This game was more interactive though and he was enjoying himself. He ached to see her red and black coat again, to see the ice blue gaze of her eyes and to feel her thick fur rubbing against him. He never forgot a single detail about Belhara while he was gone and now he was back to collect. He went deeper and deeper into the caverns. The darkness swallowed him up and he enjoyed the feeling of its black embrace. He clinged to every smell, every sound he heard in the dark. He felt inside himself sometimes that he was getting close, that she was just out of reach. And still he continued on, encouraged by her giggles and the quick whiffs of her intoxicating perfume. When he moved toward an open part of the cavern, he had to adapt his eyes to the dim lighting offered by a ray of light coming through the ceiling overhead. He could have sworn he saw a flash of red in the darkness offered by the light, a hint of her like a calling card to assure him he was close. He had paused right outside the open area, bedazzled momentarily by the sight, assuring himself that he had indeed sween it. He couldn't hear her, couldn't see her, and he was surrounded by her scent, as if he was dreaming it. He couldn't trust his sense of smell at this point. What if it was only hope driving him forward?

He caught her words in the air though, enough to bring a small chuckle to his lips as his tail gave a gentle swish behind him.

"WITH PLEASURE."

The words all but purred from his lips as he stepped into the open area, ears flickering alertly around. He couldn't tell where the voice had come from but he wasn't going to sit idly by and just wait. He wouldn't stop until he found his redemption in her eyes.