i've gained freedom and yet... its lonesome

It wasn't long into her hoping side to side that her tongue started to loll from her jaw, her tail helicoptering so vigorously it was a wonder she stayed on the ground. The boy looked confused for a moment. Uncertain. And then he'd said he hadn't realized the flowers were hers (which they weren't) and asked if she lived here. (She did not.) But Imogen was already deep in her imagined game. "Yeah I do!" The lopsided grin never left her face and she could not lie convincingly to save her life. Somehow Imogen's tail wagged even harder as he approached, she watched as a forepaw lifted and reached out and-

Bop. The girl blinked a few times feeling the lightest of stings from the playful whack, more surprised than actually hurt. But that was all it took. The boy gave her a grin and a taunt of his own before he started to peel away. A chase! Imogen loved chases! She loved any activity that involved running honestly. With a giggle the girl dashed after the other pup. "Get back here!" There was still exactly zero threat in her voice, she was just playing her part. She was the intrepid hero chasing a thief! And she loved to run! Maybe if she could get close it'd turn into a race! She loved races even more than chases.