Bring On The Wonder

A little-known fact about Meadow is that, when she hunts, she can become very still and not move for hours. It is a learned trait that she picked up after she had tracked an animal for nearly two days. When she had closed in for the kill, her excitement had gotten the better of her and made her spring out too early. The animal had spooked and ran, leaving Meadow with nothing to show for two days’ worth of effort. After that she had taught herself the subtle art of staying still, somethings sitting in a field for hours just to teach herself patience. It had been so boring but, in the end, the reward was she never again sprang from her spot hiding too soon.

Maybe that is way she can pull pranks really well. After she plays her trick on Mortis, she darts ahead, laughing as he calls after her. The wind in her fur is freeing, making her feel alive and happy as her paws devour the distance, running as fast as her small legs will carry her. Laughter floats behind her on the breeze and she feels like a puppy again. After a few running steps she coils her body, getting low to the ground to spring up into the air, as high as she can go. Meadow is flying, higher and higher, until gravity takes hold and she angles her body down to absorb the impact.

Front legs touch ground and bend, lowering her until her back legs hit and spring her back up to keep running. Tossing her head in joy, a laugh suspended in the air, Meadow looks back to see how close Mort is to her.



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