The smell of earth, beasts, rot, life and mist all entered Ari's nostrils as he moved fluidly through the narrow paths and tangled branches. He could both smell Royce, and sense him, and used both to keep track of his fledge's journey through the trees. Royce had a natural grace since his mortal years that made him a protege for vampire speed and balance. It was yet another trait that attracted Ari, and for all of Royce's grace, Ari made up for it in strength and power. He didn't go out of his way to disrespect nature, but problematic branches were swatted away like the smoke clouds Royce loved to blow, and the boom of his steps would let Royce know exactly how close his sire was getting.
It was a wonderful night for a hunt. Clear skies let moonbeams seep through the foliage, lighting up deer, wolves, raccoons and fireflies. Ari was able to take it all in with his vampire eyes, and made the chase as much about catching Royce as pursing him. He thought he heard Royce's laughter taunting and guiding him, a sweeter sound than the boy would ever admit. Ari had over 1,000 years on his fledge, and could've caught him well before now, but there was no fun in that, and so Ari only let himself run as fast as he knew Royce could run. It let several minutes turn into an hour, all the while Ari staying just out of reach. Royce would let him know when he was ready to be caught, and that would only come when Ari was so pent up he was ready to burst.