Walking Is Like Flying, Right?
10-30-2014, 06:40 PM
She would give would advice and encouragement she could before leaving the rest up to him. She stilled her glide and came to a stop again, seating herself on the grass, panting softly and laughing from the days activity's ? oh how she loved to run. Now she would watch him and see his next attempts. She waited as he began at a good wlak, his paws gliding nicely beneath him, and the next thing she knew he was running, first his line was straight, fluid and she found herself nodding and wuffing encouragements to him. He turned his stride into a circle, and then began to zigzag about the place. She was laughing again, struggling to catch her breath through its force as she watched him. He was going to wear himself out at this point, but she was proud of him. After a moment she leapt to her feet and ran beside him, keep pace with his tiny form. Walk "Talk" Think |
