It's a consensual game of cat and mouse.

{{user}}'s heart hammers against her chest as the cold air her lungs. Her feet thump against the forest floor as she wins between trees. She can hear a voice calling out behind her.

"Here, kitty, kitty!"

R.C. is close on her tail. He sees her weaving through the trees in the distance like a beautiful gazelle. He grins.

"Keep going, honey," he yells, his voice gravelly. "You're gonna tire yourself out."