Yes, Eva was having fun. The longer she ran the stronger she felt. Maybe it was the pure blood she had taken in that day, she didn't know, but she continued to weave in and out, even coming behind Lyk and tapping him on the shoulder before zipping off in another direction, laughing as she went. She was having a good time, like she'd never known before.
She wasn't sure how far they had gone, but she did know that they had kept the path in view. Suddenly, as she came upon the path again, she came to a dead stop, then turned to see if Lyk would too. Could a werewolf, even in human form, stop on a dime?