Dawnlark Plains Don't Accept the Truth

Together, they tumbled in a tangle of limbs across the ground, with Reek laughing the entire way. When they finally settled in a heap, Reek found himself on top of the tiny coyote, but was soon forced off of her by her wild flailing. Rolling off of the coyote and onto the ground beside her, he exposed his belly in a playful roll before settling awkwardly on his back, limbs splayed upward and continuously pedaling in place. He hadn't had this much fun in ages... and he hadn't played this hard since he was but a pup.

The coyote reared up to pounce and Reek braced for her landing upon him. But, her jump never made purchase and she landed beside him in a tired heap, unfortunately missing her target by a few feet. A laugh erupted from the coyote, and Reek was quick to mirror her with a wheezing laugh of his own. "You missed," he teased between wheezing fits of laughter before craning his neck toward the coyote and sticking out his tongue.