Silvertip Mountain But feathers are meant for the sky

The laugh was like music to his ears, even better than the squeal he had elicited from her earlier. She ran and Steady chased her through the bare trees, weaving in and out. He probably could have caught her easily, but the sight he got from running behind her was enough to let her win for a little while.

She sought a hiding place behind a tree, but he didn't need her teasing to tell him where she was, since her tail stuck out like it was begging to be pulled. Of course, he would oblige. He growled playfully, and attempted to grab it. He wouldn't tug, of course, as he didn't want to hurt her.