Moonspear and it has to grow!

He was too caught up in gaining speed that he saw Galaxy coming for him far too late to veer out of the way. Not with his present coordination, certainly, so in the first stride he went to make with his hind legs swept out from beneath him, he instead forward face first for the dirt--"OOF" he gasped, losing the stick then when he'd lost the air in his lungs. But in true, resilient-puppy form, he gave it a roll and twisted his body until he was upright again.. but now without the stick, he had two problems. Mama was going to squish him if he didn't come soon and potentially even worse, the stick was free for Galaxy's pickings. While he tried to shake off, he looked around in a hurry.