Neverwinter Forest to the races

Oof! Eshe grunted as she hit against his shoulder, which had firmly caught her. Dangit, okay. Can't knock over a tree, so why knock over a Scimitar, who is totally like a tree? Makes sense. Should have thought of that before. Eshe bounced away just as his fangs sought for an ear, and she grinned at how quickly she had sprung out of his reach. And that would be her talent! Evading, as opposed to, well, being the bowling ball to his pin. He had stumbled a bit, but certainly not enough for her to feel proud. She was a wolf of an average stature who was more lean than she was muscled. She wasn't made to knock things down. Simply wear them out.

So Eshe, in that line of thought, lurched forward to try and get to his hindquarters and cast a nip there. She was quicker than she herself expected, but wheeled away quickly and spun around, looking quite like a dog that was up to no good. A dog who would zip around the house in the span of .30 seconds, running atop of your new coach, jumping onto your just cleaned table, and sliding all across your freshly mopped floor. Scimitar was the holy grail of her devilry, at the moment, and without wasting a second more she sprinted loosely around him and made a mad dive to kiss his cheek and run off, laughing and stopping to stand still, her tongue lolling out of her face. Did I get ya? Honestly, she wasn't sure if she'd kissed his cheek or his rear-end, she'd been running so quickly! But his rear-end was as pretty as his jawline, and so she'd be satisfied with whatever she got, if anything. Her eagerness and zest... well, it possessed her more than her will to succeed, so she could have easily swung at the ball and missed it.