I Keep My Focus On The Simple Things

Gossamer raced along the edge of the beach, kicking up water and sand as she ran. Ásta was right behind her but for once in her life Gossamer was winning. It was great to be two seasons old! She was lanky and awkward but her size had almost doubled and now she could finally keep up with her fox companion, for the most part. She didn't know Ásta was starting to let up and so when she bent her head and grabbed the elk bone in her teeth that signified the finish line she whipped around and dropped it before howling her victory. "I win! I win! You have to clean up now." They'd been working on more crafting projects and as per usual Gossamer had made something of a mess.