Moonspear cool for cats

Gannet was still a bit withdrawn and a little bummed, focusing most on simply exercising and trying to get to the point of running. Last time he'd tried it had gone terribly and set him back a bit, though he now only had a few nicely healing scabs to show for it. So he continued walking, and now thought himself quite ready to try jogging. He spared a moment to regret that Rannoch was gone; he had provided a good shoulder to lean on. But he would do with what he had.

Slowly he began to pick up his pace, settling into a lopsided trot. It did not feel, to his pleasure, too much more awkward than running. But he took care not to take it too fast. He was about ready for a break when he spotted Dune, and he slowed down somewhat clumsily. He gave a short, quiet bark to let Dune know he was there, and walked up, eyeing the collar curiously as he did so. So it was still there.