springtime

Ellie's eyes lit up as Morwenna flipped herself back upright, her play invite obviously accepted. When her mouth closed on empty air as Morwenna wiggled out of the way, Ellie let out a grrrrbork noise, dropping back into a play bow and tail stiffly wagging. Her ears, normally held back, were raised and alert as Morwenna took off. Ellie leaned back to avoid the nip, before launching herself full force after Morwenna, pure delight filling her as she stretched out in an all-out run. There was absolutely nothing like the feeling of the wind in her fur during a run. It was her happy place, and it had been a long time since she had been able to chase like this - this wasn't quite the play style of a lot of dogs or wolves.

Ellie pushed herself hard, stretching and opening up her stride. She knew she was fast - much, much faster than one would expect her size to be. Even so, she knew it was quite likely Morwenna would still be faster, and that was okay to Eleven. She was one of the fastest where she was from, and sometimes it was enjoyable for the other dog to be the 'bunny' and for her to have to run as hard as possible. Although, it can be fun for her to be the 'bunny' as well.

She didn't slow as she caught up to Morwenna. She could see the invite for bitey face, but it was something she ignored for the time being, barking once as she blew past Morwenna, glancing back over her shoulder as she did so. Chase chase chase. She'd have the opportunity to chomp Morwenna's face later.

"Speech"