Follows her quietly

Hunter growled low in his throat, his animal brain surging, fighting for control. His senses were tingling, burning with the stimulus of her scent, and the promise of her body. He dropped to all fours and started to follow her, staying to the shadows of the trees, the human part of his mind battling with his animal need.

He saw her head turn, looking back down the path, her face puzzled and slightly alarmed. Since he remained in the shadows well off the path, there was nothing for her to see, but he had no doubt that some primitive sense of her own had alerted her.

With another low growl of pleasure at the thought of her as prey, he kept pace with her, his footfalls silent on the grass.

She came to a fork in the path and ran to the right, taking her deeper into the trees, once again glancing back. Hunter growled again softly, his cock sliding a little further out of its furry sheath as he watched her round rump jogging ahead of him.