Going in circles

Unfortunately for Jiro Imogen was not particularly observant. Not at the best of times and it certainly wasn't the best of times. It took nearly two more full laps after her friend had plunked himself down before she finally registered all the stimuli that told her Jiro had found her. Imogen, put on the brakes, half skidding half hopping to a stop, about as graceful as she always was. Which was to say not very.

Despite the dark clouds that swirled around her Imogen couldn't help the smile that broke across her face and the way he tail started to beat the air behind her. "Jiro!" She excitedly said by way of greeting, trotting over to her friend and nearly throwing herself at him, but stopping short of actually tackling her friend. Instead she bumped her head against his shoulder and settled herself right next to him, close enough their fur started blending together. Personal space was something Imogen tended to not think of when she liked or trusted someone.

It had been some time since their last meeting, though she felt it was easy enough to pick up where they'd left off. That didn't mean things hadn't changed. Imogen for her part was starting to well and truely fill out now. Her runners build no longer covered by puppy fat, even if she was still a little gangly for the time being. As for Jiro? Had he always been that tall? Imogen had always been smaller than him but now she felt like if she hugged him she'd be swallowed up by him. Other yearlings might have been a little more self-aware, might have noticed their thoughts drifting towards admiring another wolf but Imogen simply felt her stomach get fluttery and decided it was probably gas. No points for introspection.

"I missed you!" It was said in innocence. Imogen missed most of the wolves she cared about when they weren't around and Jiro certainly qualified.

"Imogen"