Vorach weaves gracefully through the forest, the trees coming dangerously close, but always missing by a hairs breadth. Rising, He loops high into the air, soaring above the canopy He barrel rolls at mind numbing speeds effortlessly. SNiffing the air He picks up the scent of a mortal. Pulling His knees up to His chest He somersaults several times then arcs down into the trees again, coming alongside Felix, who is loping lithely.