Unforgettable Bestest Friends [Amos]

To say she was a bit frustrated with her own failings was to tell a lie. She was downright disgusted with herself. She had soaked up her time with her family enough, and while she and her father had kept up with patrolling, she ached to catch up with Amos, who she hadn’t had a chance to track down – and he’d been unable to catch her – in… well, it felt like years. Did her friend think she’d abandoned him?

So, the shimmering white female set out through the plains, head down and nose casting for his scent. When she found a fresh trace, her heart leapt hopefully, and she studied the ground for prints, turning to follow the direction he’d taken.

She took her time, practicing her silent movement through the summery plains. When she found him, a quick grin of mischief flickered over her muzzle before she surged forward with a playful leap, aiming to tackle the male from behind with a bark of friendly menace.

”Amos!” More than a little joy lifted her tone, tail echoing the pleasure with great sweeping wags.

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