Table by Raze <3
The wind whistled past her ears as she ran toward the woods; all of the energy she had stored up in her month of being confined to the den was being released all at once. She was still getting a feel for her ever growing body but her paws were relatively steady beneath her when she wanted them to be. She still tripped over her large paws and had that floppy, puppy run. When she had made up her mind about getting somewhere however, it would be a rarity to see her stumbling.
When she felt the gentle bump against her side she turned her head around to look at Dalgina. Her tail was used to swat the other pup’s side before she had stopped. Holly barely slowed her pace as she tried to turn back in the opposite direction. Her excitement was getting the better of her and making her movements clumsy. She was it! She was playing! She had to catch Dalgina before she got away!
It was hardly easy to make an abrupt turn while running full kilter though and as Holly tried to quickly pivot on the spot her paws gave way in the slick snow. Her shoulder hit the ground with a muted thud and a sharp yip of pain and surprise pierced the air. She lay there in the snow for what was only a few seconds but what might have felt like hours to anyone looking on. Slowly she rolled to her stomach, a stunned look on her face, and saw Dalgina still running toward the river.
Without as much as a second thought she jumped to her paws and raced after the black puppy. The shock of her fall was already passing as she tried to catch up to her newly made friend. It wasn’t long before she caught up with the other puppy. Dalgina’s tiredness was making her a little slower than the auburn girl. Even the few weeks’ age difference was noticeable in Holly’s greater speed and coordination.
Once she was within range of Dalgina she launched herself at her, jumping up unto her back in an attempt to push her over. If she did fall Holly would fall with her, tangling them together amid the snow. “Got ‘cha!” She yelled out in a pant as she tried to catch her breath.
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