Laurel had been easily galloping along in the long strides of a hunter. She was not one to hunt for sport though like her mother. Bastet was a mother, queen of the household and the wife but she was also a feared huntress and though Laurel took the form of a leopard Bastet's form was that of a lion as she was often depicted with the head of a lioness and the body of a beautiful woman. Laurel's secondary from was why she was not a true reincarnate of her goddess like her mother was.
She paid little mind to much of anything until she heard the ever distinct noise of the laughter of her hyena. She moved easily alongside Laurel and could do so for many miles. She wasn't overtly fast but she could move at this pace for an astounding distance. Striped hyena's were rather small compared to their spotted cousins that were more readily known. She was lithe and compact much like Laurel. Güzel's radar dish ears were focused on something just to their left and the animal glanced over at being carefully. It was a young lad watching Laurel intensely and Güzel kept her eyes on him intently so that should he pose a threat to Laurel she might could intervene on behalf of her friend. That was the difference between Güzel's captivity, if you could even consider it that, and that of other creatures. She stayed by Laurel's side by choice. Laurel could feel the pulses of worry from the creature and she soothed her. Sending out calming pulses of feeling to the hyena who settled immediately.
Laurel locked eyes with the young man who she had a feeling was also a Gifted. She wasn't quite sure what sort of gifted or line but she could just instinctively recognize her own kind much in the same manner that any other species could. She also sensed the easy challenge he offered her. She pushed off with her back paws, spreading her toes wide and extending her claws so that they dug into the dirt. She chuffed loudly like a bear, snapping her jaws together and expelling the air inside her mouth. Her hyena yipped and howled as she jolted off at a much faster pace. The flames that had started to subside flared up again and engulfed her body, covering it in a beautiful sphere of sorts.
She was sprinting now and though he was slightly faster Laurel had a key advantage, the animals of the forest. She could only ask for their help, whether they obliged her or not was their choice. She called out to them, a soft plea for assistance. Nothing urgent but a polite request. She could hear their movements as she steadily gained speed, moving easily down the path through the forest. Though she wore golden jewelry it made no noise and never moved, it was a part of her skin in a way. She could hear the crunch of leaves as some of the forest creature stirred, moving in their direction. What they would chose to do would be anyone's guess that this point. They could do any number of things.