Look, no hands!!!!!!!

(Pre volcano)

Bounding through the tall dead grasses of the range came Talon, one second with his head, shoulders and tail above the tops, the next visible only by the violent flailing of the grasses where his body crashed through them. His tongue lolled in an exuberant grin. Not that this was particularly unusual - Talon did pretty much everything with the guileless enthusiasm of a golden retriver puppy. Except baths - he would probably be more mud-brown than white if his mother didn't insist on grooming. At this point he was rather considerably taller than her, but well... she was his mother so he rather ungraciously submitted to baths. This not being time for a bath, he flung himself with joyous gusto into his race across the range.