Not as strong as us

She ran like the wind. Or at least she felt like she did. Little legs pumped, carrying her as fast as she could possibly go. Morts legs were longer and he would no doubt catch up. The only thing that she had going for her was agility. She could turn quickly and keep her footing. Mort was much larger and his body took longer to slow and turn.

Luck wasn't on her side at the moment, however. As Asla attempted to turn and duck out of Morts reach, she got twisted up in some of the long grass and went head over heels. Landing on her back, the startled girl looked up to the sky, eyes blinking. Well,he was going to catch her now. With a kiss to her nose, Mort was off. Releasing a soft huff, Asla untangled herself from the grass, shook out her creamy coat, and was instantly back in the game.