Blacktail Deer Plateau riptide

The opportunity given to his sister for his clumsy footing was not missed, and as Constantine landed promptly at her paws face first, he only had a moment to determine how much it had hurt before a forepaw swatted his head and his sister’s pale form zoomed off, an exuberant ‘you’re it’ shouting behind her.
 
Young and resilient, Constantine was back on his paws and racing after his sister, never one to pass up a game of tag. Eilidh was lissome and light – her figure graceful as she stayed a distance ahead of him. She went from sight for a moment, and when he rounded after her, she was not where he had expected her to be.
 
Even his sister was not that agile.
 
With a gentle hum, Constantine dropped his pace to a trot, a goofy grin lighting up his dark features. With his nose drifting closer to the ground, he began to smell her out.