Naera's First Chance

Crawling amidst the tall grass just off of the gravel walkways, Naera felt practically like a super spy, as she deftly snuck across the grounds of the resort, while the old buck was off somewhere scratching his head and probably pining for his joint medication. Uncaptured in her first two chases, she was a natural, likely to pull off one of the greatest uncaught streaks since Yonelli's all those years prior. Except unlike her, Naera had no intention of ever letting that streak end. "Yeah yeah, prove it," they said. "Try your luck on the proving grounds, against Draysil," they insisted. Fine. Why were they so gaga about that old guy, anyway? Sure, maybe he was good once, but now he's just the old, grey-muzzled buck puttering around this tourist trap. She hadn't seen or heard a thing from him since this private chase began. The only thing she had to worry about was getting bored, and falling asleep here under the stars.

Making her way out into the shorter grass, Naera kept low, scanning surrounding to her left and right. They were gonna be so pissed which she came back home and showed them -

"Oof!"

A startling weight enveloped her lower back, as Naera frantically turned to see Draysil, the old squirrel in his full chase gear, straddling her while wearing an unimpressed expression on his face. Naera went to try and scramble out from under his heavy form, but the skilled buck shifted himself up to her shoulders with the precision of a master. Amid her struggling, Naera felt another warmth press into her neck and cheek. Turning to her left, she saw the intricate markings of his full, weighty cloth, the taught, strained fabric the only thing standing between its contents and the face of the young and brash doe. From above her, Draysil gestured between his thighs.

"Naera, you see this? My ceremonial cloth?"

Well it's kind of hard not to when you insist on putting it right...THERE, Naera thought, still squirming beneath the immense male.

"It's a very rare gift given to only very, very few of the best chasers known to Everbrook. Now, at this stage in my life, I like to think I'm not a very egotistical guy...but at the very least, I would hope this cloth would command at least enough respect for you not to come in here, demanding a one on one private chase, and then ending up in this position in less than 15 minutes, after amateurishly rolling through the grass like I can't see each and everyone one of those blades shaking around."

With her limited movement capabilities, Naera did her best to lean to her right, trying to put some more distance between herself and...all of that.

"Now, if you promise to do better, then I'll get up off of you, and let you go. I shouldn't really, but I put all the effort into getting my gear on and getting everything prepared so, in an effort not to do all that for what amounts to a thirty minute chase, I'm willing to give you another shot. Are you going to do better?"

Naera continued to writhe and grunt, in a hopeless effort to free herself from both his body and this interminable lecture.

"Well? Are you?"

Finally, with a sign, Naera went still. A roll of the eyes.

"Yes...I'll do better."

"Great," smiled Draysil, lifting himself off of the doe as promised. He watched as she rose to her feet, turning to meet the buck with an uncertain gaze.

"I'll give you a few minutes to see if you can get it figured out," Draysil said, turning and walking back toward the main office cabin. "Please, no more sloppy work, hm?"

Apparently free to go, Naera turned and bolted out of there. Alright, a little slip up, maybe he's better than she gave him credit for. All the same, it was a boneheaded move to let a doe as naturally gifted as her run free, she thought to herself, the old fool giving away what was sure to be his only chance at her for the rest of the night.