She twisted to not hit the ground so hard, yet still landed with a resounding thud, sand and leaves tangling in her long hair. "We'll see what kind of bird you are when I clip your wings princeling," she called, grappling and missing to catch him on his retreat.
Aurora was back on her own feet, tearing after him, finally gaining on him now that the incline had decreased significantly. Feeling ever so competitive she pushed herself to run faster, reveling in the burn that filled her calves and lungs. Then, once she felt she was close enough, Aurora sprung, intent on tackling Gherrick to the ground like a mighty jungle cat.