Ah, so he was trying to escape things as well while running through the trees. Though while she was running to avoid thinking of things and her own worst impulses, he was avoiding work. That was still understandable, her favourite thing about flying when she was young was it got her away from her father's assigned tutors.
Briar rolled her eyes and scoffed at that, "Either I am healthy and hale or too tiny, pick one." Came the mocking challenge with a lazy eyebrow even though her eyes closed with it like it, sure he wasn't going to try and get revenge for nearly chomping on him. This was dangerous, she could feel herself getting more lethargic by the moment.
But she wagged a finger in his general direction, "You are, in fact, far too tall. It's just not needed. No wonder you're a fuzzy racoon in your other form." 'The cooks' meant he probably worked at one of the estates, and she tried to visualize a map in her head and where they were to figure out which one it was likely to be. Briar was pretty good at knowing where she was at all times, but chasing someone in the woods and switching forms left her inner map a little fuzzy.