Flycatcher Downs She came from over the cliffs

She didn't slow, not at first, and Zephyr took it as a challenge: one he accepted and carried out with confidence and his usual gentlemanly prowess. 
They ran, and ran, the ebony brute allowing her to lead the way and bring him to a copse of trees. To his surprise, she didn't pull ahead more than a time or two, and she seemed to let him tag along without bother. Neither spoke, apparently didn't need to, but as they started to slow words processed in his mind. Good thing, too, for when they did stop and stand for a moment of breath. Naturally, he waited for her to start, but the look this wild female gave him clearly said that it was he that should start. Very well. 
Grin still firmly on his maw, tail wagging behind him, the Maverick extended a leg and dipped his head in a bow. His voice rang with joy, with hope, and was somehow even more warm than his body language.
                  "Thank you, for allowing my company this morning. My name is Zephyr Maverick."