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She introduced herself, and Mercy tucked her name away inside her head. She liked this purple tinted woman, she wasn't like the rest. She was fun, and she played along with her little games. Not many people liked to spend time with her, or they would treat her like a child. She was a year old now! She was old enough to take care of herself, but not too old that playing games was a bore. It would seem that Cascade would understand that, as her words were brought to a halt and her paw lashed out to touch her nose. Tag was called, and the growing girl grinned. Letting out a yip of excitement she barreled after the woman, her long legs easily closing the gap. "Not so fast!" She called, pumping those legs of hers to bring her up to the purple woman. Prancing to her side, she lifted her left forepaw and tried to tap her on the hip with it, squealing in delight. Dodging to her right, and not pausing to see if she got the woman, Mercy took off in the opposite direction. Snow flew beneath her paws as she kicked it into high gear, the pounding adrenaline of the game driving her forward.