In my fathers eyes
02-02-2014, 02:39 PM
Freya bound happily after the butterfly, tongue lolling happily from her open mouth. The girl tried to grab at it, jaws snapping shut around thin air as it fluttered sporadically away. Freya gave a playful yip and continued after it. She had been on her way to find her father when she had become distracted by the moving target. This time as she snapped fangs closed she was surprised to feel a fluttering in her mouth. The poor creature beat its wings against her mouth, tickling her. Reflexively she spat the thing out and it shot off as quickly as the poor thing could.
The girl gave a yelp of excitement and went to bound after it again only to find that she was suddenly laying flat on her stomach, a her right paw trapped beneath a tree root. She squirmed around so that she was no longer twisted, her trapped leg pulled out in front of her. She struggled to pull free but to no avail.