everything in it's right place

The world was most genuinely a blur, one that the young Sinclair could barely keep up with visually. He was not yet used to this sort of motion blur, and even more so with his large paws keeping him from his truest potential he was just a mess. Running after, then with Dova. He did nothing but his best. Determined to keep her safe, but also occasionally distracted enough to simply do nothing but explore and play. He was after all, a pup. The world was constantly changing and he struggled to maintain his focus on anything for too long.

Keep running. Grass and reeds brushing past muzzle, whiskers, fur, and all. Wrinkling his nose in irritation from the heavy stimulation the youth chose to begin nipping at the long grasses, biting clean through some strands, whilst only leaving drool-ee bite marks in others. Slobbering on everything he went. Sinclair was not exactly what one might called composed. In some ways he possessed a princely mannerism about him, but he did not have the concentration or attention span to keep the looks up at all times. Most of the time, he forgot that anyone could see that he was being a downright idiot.

On and on they would go, but it was far from an eternity as the reeds and grass would end and they would burst forth upon a lake, the two pups would now be in muddy shallow waters. Sinclair would come to a screeching halt, his swimming not quite up to par. He would begin to bounce around the area immediately. Splashing in the water disturbing the natural order of things and sending ripples outwards.