The thrill of the hunt was what always got Artemis up and going, even in her laziest hour. She was addicted to the pursuit of… everything. She was always stalking her next big chase, be is physical or metaphorical. She had chased her dreams all the way out here to a world unknown and now the darting blur of earthly hues has her up on her feet in an instant, ready to run down whoever it may be.

Artemis hesitates for a moment as she watches the flying stranger, their legs long and reaching far for the ground in each stride. She is sure that, while they are fast, she can catch up. And so she dashes after the other as propelling paws send the sand flying in her wake. Her strides, though not as long, ate up the earth beneath her as her ethereal figure sped in pursuit of the female. Her heart pounded with the possibility of catching the stranger and her paws beat harder and faster at the ground.

She moved effortlessly among the tall, dry grasses as they whirred past her pinned ears and her eyes remained locked on to the larger female until she was only a few feet from her tail tip. She pushed herself harder and harder, devouring every inch she could gain on the femme until her paw nearly struck out and touched the pad of the stranger’s hind foot. But she was spent at that exertion, her speed slowing and her lungs heaving as her breaths caught up to her jogging pace. She did not ignore the speedy female in the aftermath of her defeat. Instead, she continued to follow her with interest and awe. Amazed that such a creature could be made for feats such as that.