I Need A Gun to Keep Myself From Harm

He tipped over sideways as she grabbed his rear end and flailed his paws in the air as he struggled for purchase hoping to get a head start to tag her back. He rolled completely onto his back and stared up at her, breathless and thought: “Her eyes are beautiful” Before she was off again and the game continued. He bounded after her, his runner’s frame carrying him over the gentle hills of the plains. He pranced gallantly beside her, rearing back with the intention of bringing both paws down on her back before she could escape again. He felt light as a feather, as if the only thing keeping him pinned to the earth was the heaviness of his heart as it thudded wildly, both from the thrill of the chase and something else that he had never quite known before but seemed to be appearing more and more frequently as he spent time with her.

His worried thoughts about his brother were gone, his ambitions were gone, his plan to depose the Destruction regime were gone, all that existed in that moment were himself and Aranea. The game they played while no one else was watching, and the moment they shared was all that mattered to the wolf who was normally so determined and so serious. “I’m gonna get you!” He said with the widest grin he had ever managed spread over his face.