Enya didn't need to look behind her to know that Caedwyn had chosen to pursue her in chase. She could hear his paws beating against the muddy soil, his body heavier and larger than her own. Before long, he'd caught up to her, the two of them bolting along the stretch of dried riverbed at full speed. He nipped at her - or made the motion to do so - and Enya danced away from his reach, turning briefly to grin at him, daring to let laughter erupt from deep within her chest as she panted from the efforts of the chase. In return, she reached out with her own muzzle to bite at his legs - any of the four - quickly darting in to snap at them only to bounce away once more. She intentionally missed him, but the gesture was there, hoping to slow him in his pursuit of her. Then, suddenly, he leapt forward in front of her. With a spin, he was once more facing her, causing her to slam on the breaks herself, shifting into a slide on her haunches much like horses do. Just as he dipped down into a bow, Enya came to a stop before him, her body largely in a sit. Then he leapt forward, both legs outstretched, and Enya braced herself for the impact. She made no effort to avoid the maneuver, instead amused by his antics. With an "Unph" she was pushed down onto her back, the mud absorbing the impact of the ground beneath her. He stood over her. She panted, her chest heaving from the effort of the sprint, her tail wagging on it's own as she laid on her back. She grinned upwards at Caedwyn, her teal eyes sparkling with excitement. "You've caught me." She declared, then giggled. With another flourish, she curled her body upwards, quickly nipping at one of his ears, then ducked down to pull herself from beneath him and out the side between his front and hind leg. Slippery like the lizard she was modeled after, she got back up to her paws, only to turn and look at Caedwyn with another challenge glinting in her eyes. "Or have you?" Her tongue flicked from her muzzle quickly, a habit, as she stared daringly at Caedwyn. Then she bolted once more, this time out of the riverbed and up the bank, leaping as gracefully as her long legs would allow her to, only to pause at the top and look back at him. Like when she'd first found him, she let out a high pitched yip, then disappeared over the bank and into the tree line. There she turned and paused, crouched and poised behind a tree trunk waiting for him to pursue and follow her. If he did, just when he was within range, she would pounce at him, returning the favor, and make a true attempt at pinning him to the ground. "Speech." |
Muddy River
A wide ravine where a shallow, gentle river flows. Years of drought and silt deposits have built this area into a fertile delta. The river remains low and dry most of the year, staining its waters brown and creating muddy shores.
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