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Moving forwards she pressed herself against the vine covered trellis the vixen changed a quick glance to the circular opening in the hedge. She could still smelled his musky scent hanging in the air, fresh tilled earthy mixed with the scent of an expensive cologne. The cent lingered, but was fainter here and steadily dissipating with the faint breeze sweeping through the hedge maze.

Sirse had taken her own precautions, masking her scent with a lavender blend working to conceal her within the pockets of the flowering trees. Steadying her heart she moved forwards and slipped into a crouch as she moved through the open area.

'Marcho.' A deep rumbling voice came from the path to her left and Sirse froze, instinctively rolling across the gap and putting her back to the fountain. It's gurgling flow creating just enough noise to hide the hammering of her heart.

Smiling, she reached for the twin whistles around her neck and sounded first the smaller one followed bits larger twin. The two working together to form a distinct almost verbal 'polo.' In response to her lover call.

And then she was off - sprinting away to one of the many openings across from the path she knew her bear was hunting. Flicking her tail out she swiped it in two quick slashes over the far path depositing leaves and a few hairs on the twigs before turning and vanishing down the opposite path.

Tongue clicking in her best impersonation of laughter, the re fox chanced a look back hoping to catch the sounds of her lover's romping chase.

Knowing he could not see her, the blindfold she had insisted he wear taking care of that problem and forcing the bear to use his other senses to hunt for her. Making the game ever more a fun challenge dragging out the experience.

Her gaze so fixed on the path she expected him to take, she almost exposed her position when the bear came blurring out of the path to her right. Brown fur and rippling muscles short forwards and nearly smacked head first into the foundation she had just vacated. Even at this distance she could see his nose work, sorting out her scent from the others around it.

Slowly, his head turned in her direction, nose upright testing the air. In a heartbeat Sirse found herself doing the same, tensing, then relaxing as she found herself down wind.

Despite herself Sirse found herself smiling as she took in the mass of muscle that was her lover. Working to sort out her scent, he must know she was close. If only he knew how close.

As he began to move again, she caught the hint of a murmurs under his breath causing her ears to swivel the bears direction. 'Thirty four - thirty three - thirty two-'

Cursing silently Sirse spun and began to move backwards slowly over the soft earth. The fountain was making just enough noise to cover her retreat, or, she hoped it was.

Now all she had to do was hope he followed her false trail and make her escape deeper into the maze.

Still grinning as she slipped away, Sirse could not help but pause at the edge of the hedge, and blow a single parting kiss to her lover before vanishing out of sight.

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Moving forwards she pressed herself against the vine covered trellis the vixen changed a quick glance to the circular opening in the hedge. She could still smelled his musky scent hanging in the air, fresh tilled earthy mixed with the scent of an expensive cologne. The cent lingered, but was fainter here and steadily dissipating with the faint breeze sweeping through the hedge maze.

Sirse had taken her own precautions, masking her scent with a lavender blend working to conceal her within the pockets of the flowering trees. Steadying her heart she moved forwards and slipped into a crouch as she moved through the open area.

'Marcho.' A deep rumbling voice came from the path to her left and Sirse froze, instinctively rolling across the gap and putting her back to the fountain. It's gurgling flow creating just enough noise to hide the hammering of her heart.

Smiling, she reached for the twin whistles around her neck and sounded first the smaller one followed bits larger twin. The two working together to form a distinct almost verbal 'polo.' In response to her lover call.

And then she was off - sprinting away to one of the many openings across from the path she knew her bear was hunting. Flicking her tail out she swiped it in two quick slashes over the far path depositing leaves and a few hairs on the twigs before turning and vanishing down the opposite path.

Tongue clicking in her best impersonation of laughter, the re fox chanced a look back hoping to catch the sounds of her lover's romping chase.

Knowing he could not see her, the blindfold she had insisted he wear taking care of that problem and forcing the bear to use his other senses to hunt for her. Making the game ever more a fun challenge dragging out the experience.

Her gaze so fixed on the path she expected him to take, she almost exposed her position when the bear came blurring out of the path to her right. Brown fur and rippling muscles short forwards and nearly smacked head first into the foundation she had just vacated. Even at this distance she could see his nose work, sorting out her scent from the others around it.

Slowly, his head turned in her direction, nose upright testing the air. In a heartbeat Sirse found herself doing the same, tensing, then relaxing as she found herself down wind.

Despite herself Sirse found herself smiling as she took in the mass of muscle that was her lover. Working to sort out her scent, he must know she was close. If only he knew how close.

As he began to move again, she caught the hint of a murmurs under his breath causing her ears to swivel the bears direction. 'Thirty four - thirty three - thirty two-'

Cursing silently Sirse spun and began to move backwards slowly over the soft earth. The fountain was making just enough noise to cover her retreat, or, she hoped it was.

Now all she had to do was hope he followed her false trail and make her escape deeper into the maze.

Still grinning as she slipped away, Sirse could not help but pause at the edge of the hedge, and blow a single parting kiss to her lover before vanishing out of sight.