A little lonely child am I

Long limbs ate up the ground quickly enough. His paws felt to barely touch the earth. The yearling was built for this. He was tall yet slender, a runner's body. Plus he was conditioned to handle it with the constant travel his life had always been compromised of. He had never been in one place for too long so he was used to being constantly on the move.

The male's tongue lulled out from the side of his mouth as his breath came in soft, controlled pants. He was able to weave around obstacles easily enough. This was something he was used to when he was chasing down his own dinner. Deer were good at this too. Maybe after chase they could have some deer. This thought caused the youth to put on a extra burst of speed. He had to be able to catch up to the other in order to be able to tell him his idea.