Walking Is Like Flying, Right?

The swift woman joined him with his run, keeping pace beside him. The pup folded his grey-tipped ears, trying to gain further distance than the female. He found himself about a foot ahead of her, still shooting like a bullet, unaware that his tiny body could quickly tire out. It was best to use all of his rapid energy.

I can run faster. Just watch!

He continued to run while his head was turned to look backwards, trying to find where Motif was. He did not seem to be paying attention where his paws were leading and as he finally turned to face his front, a massive fallen log laid in his path. He couldn't halt, or even slow down. He was too late. It was quick to the boy, but his paws tripped on the log, sending the pup forward a few feet before tumbling in the grass...and finding his left hind leg stuck in a bramble bush by a tree. There was silence as he waited for some creature to come along and say that never happened and return him back to the moment he was running freely. Nothing came, it actually happened. He didn't know what hurt more, his bruised and perhaps sprained fore paws or his hind leg stuck in the sharp bramble bush. He breathed heavily, too shocked to admit his pain or stupidity.