Kintla Flatlands A Friend

@Amelie ( @Dante : come find me when you've caught up!)

Helena was racing across the flatland at top speed when suddenly her bumbling paws got ahead of her, sending her head over tail into a patch of tall grass. She lay on her back, heart pounding, chest heaving, gazing up at the bright blue sky. It would be a while before Dante caught up with her. Though he was only a few months older, the big fluff ball preferred life at a slower pace. Dante was a stop and smell the roses kind of guy while Helena was more likely to trample them with her boundless energy. Quiet, still moments like these were rare for the young female.