Whitefish River When God is gone and the Devil takes hold

Ah! Success. He pulled her down to play and roughhouse a little bit more, but she promptly freed herself to squat elsewhere. Hmm... This peeing business was going to become quite old here shortly, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. He rolled back to his stomach and lay there, turning his ears towards her and casting his eyes aside to give her a little privacy while she squatted.

And then? The thrumming of footsteps again. She was off. Kero caught on and just like that, be bounced back to his paws, chasing after her once more. They'd make a game of this and make excellent time towards the spine. Win-win. Now if only he could tag her rump... then she'd be it and he could take up the lead for a while.

Fade here?