Imma make you beg for it

She was made for this place and it was as if the gods themselves had created it for her. She loved it here, she felt exhilarated and free as she leapt and bounded through the dense underbrush, jaws parted and purple tongue hanging languidly over her jaws. She was simply here just for a run, to leap and bound through the bushes as she stretched her legs and left her family far behind. It was freeing, exhilarating, cut short by the curses and exasperated gasps followed by the sound of someone tripping and stumbling through the underbrush. Dione would slow, blinking as she inhaled and tried to catch the scent of her new company. She would follow her nose straight to her new companion only to halt dead in her tracks, lower jaw unhinging as she gazed upon the magnificent woman stagger through the brush before her. "You. My dear... Are FABULOUS!" Dione would exclaim, not really noticing anything about the woman other then her beautiful coat color as Dione took a few bounds closer, grinning wolfishly at the woman.