Moonspear In a cloud of green

It didn't take long for her to fall into an easy, constant pace, and Harley's tail wagged. He looked down at her with warm amber eyes, passion filled and hopeful. She would recover, perhaps be as strong as she was before? Harley had no comparison, of course, hadn't first layed eyes on her until after she'd tresspassed, but she would know. 
Perhaps maybe she would get used to this, though, and forget? Not likely. 
             "You're doing great, hun, just lemme know when you want to stop. Don't push yourself too hard this first time."