Soryn quickly caught onto her game and let his nares flare, turning when she turned. He didnt take the hard turns she did but took longer turns, which let him keep his speed. He wasnt exactly as graceful and careful as Zelda, and was far too bulky to turn that fast. Gaining up on her; 15 yards now, maybe 14, Soryn needed a plan; and quick. Grab her tail? No, she'd drag him. Pull at her ankles? Hmm.. that might work, as long as he was careful to not get under her. Race beside her and try and bite her weak spot, maybe? Soryn nodded lightly, grinning.