Lost Creek Hollow wish i could prove i love you.

Something about his chuff and subsequent bark sparked her humor, and suddenly Harlyn was taken by a mischievous notion.  Maybe this was a game, and why shouldn't it be?  Did she have to take everything so seriously all the time?  She was overthinking, overreacting, and definitely trying too hard as she often did.  That was one of the things she so loved about Mordecai, his free and easy spirit.  Maybe she should emulate him in this moment and just dive in headfirst with abandon?

Mood swings, man.

Deciding not to think about what she was doing, Harlyn twisted her steps to take her in a path parallel to the one her partner was walking.  She danced lightly between the trees, calling out to him with a light woof to give him a clue as to which direction to turn next.  She hadn't spotted him herself yet, but she had a general idea of where he was located, and she did her best to avoid him just yet.