Well, where would the fun be, if she made it easy for him? Warren was just fine with the view from behind as he tripped his way after her through the sand. And, he mused to himself, what he was lacking in land speed he'd probably manage to make up in stamina.

He would run until she let him catch her or until he managed to wear her down. And then, when he managed to catch up to her? He was totally going to try to scoop her up into his arms and march her right out toward the water.