Stone Circle The wild hunt

She whirled around as another approached, one she had yet to meet. Yet she harboured none of the shy tendancies of her sister, and bound forward, greeting the other with an excitable yip and a flurry of tail wags, disappointment forgotten for now.

She crashing into the others forelegs,  bounding backward and looking up excitedly,  wondering whether to instigate a play fight or display her stalking abilities, or perhaps something else completely.