Wolf backpedaled when the cabin rose. For a moment, he watched it, curious at the oddity before wondering how tasty those legs were. If they were good as they looked.
But the girl was running, and the instinct to chase took control. It was easy enough to follow her scent; he didn't even have to pay attention to anything but his nose. An easy, loping run covered ground without him having to work too hard. If he was lucky, the woods were deep enough that she would wear herself out before finding anyone.