The Sentinels And you want me to go without

Dante was fast and in a matter of seconds he was running by Osprey's side, his pace matching hers and him occasionaly bumping into her. She pretended to be cross for this kind of attitude and replied to each of those moves with either a playful snap in his direction or a loud growl. The racing game continued a little while longer, until her injured joint began to protest against so much activity and her limp became more prominent.

Osprey slowed down to a trot and then sat down with tongue lolling out of her mouth, lips pulled back in a smug grin and eyes twinkling mischievously. She was done running and was going to stay here. End of story... unless her mate found a way to persuade her to move.