Windsong
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Saluce didn’t get much rest, or even much time to cleanse his mind from more unclean thoughts before her nips at his heels had him burning a path to the vineyard. The behemoth was running with as much speed as he could without over exerting himself so his eyes flashed in surprise when her form passed his. Saluce wanted to yip at her, or even catch her but his frame just couldn’t attain that sort of speed without tiring him. In a short burst he could easily catch up but this wasn’t a sprint. Finally she seemed to stop, almost taunting him, his blues looked across her mismatched eyes before running up to her.

Originally he had intended to just keep running knowing she would follow but his form slid up to hers and his tongue came rolling out across her face while his tail wagged behind him. Words where something he didn’t vocalize much, feeling it almost a dis-service to the form. He pawed her for a moment before darting off again.

The vineyard was just beyond a tree line and the quickly made it there. His form slowed to a slow walk his tongue rolling out to pant. She was the runner and it was evident already.


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