everything in it's right place

It was not uncommon to find Sinclair right next to Dova, or just behind her. Weaving back and forth as if he wanted to make sure that any predators would not dare sneak up behind her. The pup was always alert, his pale green eyes taking in the sights around them whilst his ears pivoted reacting with little real precision to each sound that occurred. Sinclair would continue his weaving motion tirelessly when he started to notice Dova veer off the trail he was maintaining behind her and he trotted into her lackadaisically. Their shoulders bumping together. Sinclair blinked at her exclamation having not expected it. Granted, he expected very little usually.

Sinclair immediately took it as a challenge, however and just as Dova dashed away he would also run. A clumsy mess he tried to keep some semblance of order and traction as he lumbered after Dova. He was larger than Dova and was able to close the distance with fewer steps, but he was not as fast. Sinclair's larger paws made it harder to act with any grace.

Adonis' form came into view, but unlike Dova who became distracted there was a sense of competitive concentration upon the pups face as he cleared her and the tiger guardian. But only momentarily as Dova would run after him soon after. Large ears pivoting to hear the loud chaotic crinkling of the leaves behind him. The two were at an uneven pace for a moment, but Dova would catch up and the two would disappear together into the grass and reeds paw to paw, shoulder to shoulder.