Ankyra Sound digital bath

Mulherin's land-loving legs serve him well, more so in stability than speed, it turns out.

Dinah's light form outpaces him, she swerves and pivots, almost deerlike—which eggs him on even more. 

Her trickery is short-lived. He watches the girl spectacularly lose her footing and is sent sprawling. When she doesn't immediately rebound to her feet, he is hit with genuine concern.

The adrenaline gives him a burst of speed as he rushes to her aid; but the concern ebbs away once he hears the sound of her voice, overcome with laughter. Almost foolishly, he slows to an easy jog at her side.
 
Despite her amusement, he circles and inspects her momentarily, ensuring she wasn't actually in any pain. He is bold to venture in this proximity, unafraid of any counterattack she might spring on him.

The boy offers a rueful smile and sits next to her, tongue lolling from his mouth as he continues the banter.

Seeing you faceplant was enough for me, I bet that sand tasted great.