Running [Ifrit]

The dame grinned, a smile painted across her maw as the massive beast drew closer to her. Perhaps he was following her, or maybe she followed him? The subconscious was a funny thing and they always did seem to run into one another. Were they friends? The two-toned dame knew not. She supposed it did not truly matter, for whatever reason he had stayed with her when she broke down, offering whatever comfort the poor soul knew to offer and that was good enough for her. She still panted, breath coming quick and fast, tail lazily drumming the earth as he drew closer.

" And you, my friend, do not run enough. It soothes the soul, unleashes your emotions, gives you an outlet." She craned her head to stare at the wolf who towered over her. Only now did she realize he possessed the same orange tang in his eyes as her beloved once had and for some reason that speared her, brought back memories and her heart beat quite painfully within the rib cage, but she shook her head, forcing such thoughts away. She needed to let him go. Crying about it any longer would do her no good.

Before she could stop herself, her jaws opened and her larynx vibrated with words she had spoken to Elyas the first time she had met him. "Would you care for a game of tag?"