Totoka River Hummingbird, just let me die

Running between the rawboned wolf and his freckled companion bestirred within Coelacanth the ancient, instinctive joy of her wild ancestors — the solidarity and reassurance that could only be felt in full when surrounded by others of her kind. Tossing her head like a spirited filly, she bounded after the seagulls and kicked up her heels in sheer delight; a stutter in her step belied the initial urge to adjust her gait, allowing Hiram and Charon to take the lead as her nose kept even pace with their shoulders. A submissive creature, and diminutive in comparison to her full-blooded brethren, she found herself relaxing despite her better judgment and bent her body low to put on more speed as the whir of wings fanned frantically against her face.