Like a bolt of lightning she shot down the strip of land. Beneath her paws sand flew, and she reveled in the stretch and pull of muscles she rarely used, so rare was it to just run and run at a full sprint for no reason other than the simple joy of it rather than the quick twists and turns and stops of a hunt. But the sudden flash of scent through her sinuses as they drew great gusts of air had her hitting the breaks hard, skidding to a halt in shock. Opening her mouth to huff the scent again in order to get a better grasp of it, her blue eyes widened with shock and delight. That was a cheetah scent! No thick musky dog scent, this, but an honest-to-goodness savanna dweller. A familiar, comforting scent. Her dull claws dug into the sand and threw her back into instant motion, up to her full speed in a matter of seconds she raced down the strip towards the southern continent until her keen eyes caught the golden form. No wonder the scent had been so familiar. Neemu! Her red-eyed littermate, here! She skidded to a halt once more in front of him, dipping her head slightly as words tumbled from her muzzle. "عَلَيْكَ" she spoke the traditional greeting with an impatient sort of rush through the words, a need to know just what he was doing all the way here prompting her to speed through the greeting, then to wait equally impatiently for him to return the greeting so that she could ask what he was doing here...
