springtime

Ellie was fast. Very, very fast. There were few dogs that could compete with her speeds, but she was no match for a much larger wolfdog. She knew Morwenna would catch up, but she was going to make her work for it. She was light and agile, sailing over the few obstacles with ease. The wind blew through her fur, and adrenaline and joy rushed through her even as she heard the telltale sounds of pursuit. Digging in harder, she launched herself full force into the run. Still, Morwenna overtook her, matching her, and Ellie eyed her as she suddenly split off. Barking a laugh, she twisted, paws digging into the soil as she abruptly changed direction to chase Morwenna. Morwenna was faster but Ellie cheated - as Morwenna headed back down, she swerved to cut Morwenna off, shooting past Morwenna lightning fast just behind her.

This was sheer happiness. She had missed this beyond what words could describe. There was nothing like it, and to feel companionship in doing so with another creature that needs the run like she did. Wolves played. Wolves wrestled. They bounced around each other. They did not go full force running with a joie de vivre unmatched by anything else. It wasn't so much a want as it was a need, and it was hard to do when alone and not in a known, safe area.

She skidded to a halt, joining Morwenna as she flopped flat on her side, tongue lolling out the side of her mouth as she regained her breath from such a wild run. Eventually, her breathing started to slow, although she did notice her throat was now parched. Water. She wanted water. Yawning, she glanced over at the wolfdog and wagged her tail lightly. "Thanks," she said simply.

"Speech"