Cloud touched

Was that Wisper? That was Wisper! Gasping softly, she stilled herself and her head turned in the direction. Ooh, she had to try to sneak up on him! She could smell him so clearly. He had to be... somewhere near. Slowly, paws placed carefully, she tried to sneak up on him. The sand was soft and free of things to trip over, so it was remarkably easy to not fall on her face... plus she was near the den, she knew the den. With a flailing of limbs, she tried to pounce atop of Wisper, not knowing if she was a few inches, or even a couple of feet off; oh how she hoped she wasn't!

... but she was.

She landed with a plop, muzzle getting stuck in the sand. She had opened her jaws wide to nom on him - oh, why did she doooo thaaat? and instead got a mouthful of sand. Flailing upright, she let out a long whine, spitting out sand and trying to paw at her mouth, unknowing that it was simply making it worse. Dangit!