Had to keep moving. Couldn't stop. Couldn't slow down. Roxanne followed the water for as far as she dared. Moving through water while maintaining a measure of stealth was slow, labored work. Not to mention it was cold, though less cold now that she'd adjusted, but as soon as she stepped out of the stream on the same bank that she'd entered, the cool night air had her skin prickling with chill. It was almost invigorating, but the thrill of the hunt was probably the biggest source of her excitement.
Tilting her head back she surveyed the sky, trying to determine just how long she would have to stay out of the clutches of her hunter. Dropping her attention back to the task at hand she began moving as quickly as she could. She didn't spend the time to try to hide her trail, she was dripping water as it was, that would be a giveaway to keen eyes anyway. Her clothes and cloak were heavy, saturated as they were. Pulling the cloak and hood off her shoulders, she threw them away from the deer trail she had taken to following.
Next she jumped up, grabbing a low hanging branch and pulled herself into a tree. Continuing that way was also extremely slow, but she was no longer leaving a trail on the ground. The temptation to try to find Dirk and have him fly her away was there, but that would be cheating and would invalidate any skill she might have shown up to this point. She wondered how close behind her he was. She'd had a head start, her false trail and his need to decide if she was upstream or down should have bought her a few minutes, right?