Low branches weren't necessarily the best for flying, she preferred to dive down sharply to catch food on the ground rather than flying through them and hunt something in the trees.
The thing was fast, she would give him that. It was hard to keep up while also dodging leaves and branches from hitting her. It was jarring, to go from furred to feathered for several reasons, and one of them was that her sense of smell drastically downgraded as a Raven. Sight was just as good, if not a little better though, so she would have to depend on hearing him rustle (and nearly break, in one instance) branches to keep up.
Damnit. Maybe she should have stayed in Coyote form because this was more frustrating. But he didn't need to know that. All the running she had done along with the unexpected extra shifts was going to leave her more exhausted than she had planned to be that night without a doubt. That was alright though, she would sleep good tomorrow. She banked left hard to avoid a jutting branch and lost him for a moment and landed on a high branch to look around for him and breath for a beat.
At least he was making her work for her dinner, it felt more earned that way, something she had learned to appreciate more since coming to Glynn.