Ella knew full well that she would be captured by Terrence in the end. That didn't stop her from pressing onward, dodging anything in her path as she continued to run. For her, a fight was never about walking away victorious, even if victory was always a nice addition. No, the fight was about the fight and knowing, when all was said and done, that she had earned the win or the loss. No one could ever say she had not used every last ounce of ability in her body in any fight she was in, whether it was the fight to regain control over herself, this fight for vengeance, the fight for Alek's safety or something as simple as this fight to outrun Terrence for as long as possible until she was tackled into a snowbank.
At least, for now, her mind was only on this fight. And when he did finally catch her and they fell together into the snow, she was happy, so content. Her contentedness showed in the way that, beneath her foreleg swiping at his furred body and her teeth sank into his scruff as she made it as difficult as possible to pin her down, she was purring--and loudly, at that.