For all the unease he felt being inside the new mansion, he still knew these woods well enough he could probably close his eyes and still navigate well. He hit the treeline, not bothering to keep his tracks to a minimum; this was like an amped-up version of tag, not a hunting exercise.
His primal side, what he called his animal, was rearing its head joyously as he plunged into the forest. He wondered how long it would take her to catch up.