One with the earth

Sierra bounced along at her fathers feet. Taking five steps for every one that the towering parent took. When she got tired of huffing and puffing along beside him, she leaped onto his forepaw and dug her little claws in, going along for a ride. Just about her entire body cradled on the flat of his paw. Forcing him to walk very carefully of course, but she was far too young to worry about such things.

It wasn’t long before he was shooing her off his paw, and encouraging her to scamper about the garden. She giggled and ducked through the long weeds and examined the pretty flowers growing in abundance. She stopped and sniffed at one, before ducking her head under it and ripping off the stem with a vicious growl. Trotting back to dad with the flower leaning over her shoulder “What’s this one, Daddy?”