Running wasn?t one of her favorite pass-times but it seemed as if the dame had ran a lot in her lifetime. Because of her size, she would often end up running from other wolves to avoid conflict or because of her profession she?d run to help. As for running for sheer enjoyment, for her that was a rare occurrence. Today was one of those exceptions, she was running just because it felt good. The lingering summer warmth, warmed the cool autumn breeze that gently billowed in the air and she felt at ease.
She ran, her strides eating the ground beneath her, and muscles flexing in her small frame. The wind ripped through her hair, and she let out happy barks. She wasn?t paying much attention to her direction, just closing her eyes and letting herself be wild. In the middle of her stride, her left front paw caught the edge of an unruly tree root, that unbeknownst to her, had caught it?s first victim moments before. She tumbled forward, her small frame rolling across the land and into another?s soft frame.
One word tumbled from her jaws, in a sort of whine and growl mix, "Ouch."