Pulse quickens and breath catches. A pause. A quick calculating moment to determine, to decide, to act. The leaves against skin tickle as they sway back to their natural space, having nudged them not a second ago. As though snapping back into place it would be like I was never there - a phantom. Ears twitch to the sound - a scuttling ahead. I focus on that fear and panic as I stand prone - taught muscles aching to release. Heartbeats later I launch - pushing with everything I have. Darting towards the movement ahead - every step honing skills and sharpening what instinct gave me.