Moonspear what a beautiful life away

While there would be no shaking the feeling of them, she could, however, try to distract because it should be so easy. They may be inevitable, or never coming. Maybe not today or anywhere near right now. Probability spanned a wide, wide range that she didn't have the time or interest to explore -- not when there was this much to enjoy, with Charon's tendency to help ground her, anyway. He kept her energetic, and competitive enough in her play that she only let his snap catch furs. She swung her hips out of the way with a snicker and a snarl, and arced her tail up further. There was the temptation to turn back onto him again, pounce, or otherwise, but she outweighed it with moving for now while the terrain underfoot was conducive to her covering ground. She pinned her ears back and ran.

When she finally felt a little easier about distance, she suddenly shifted her gait and pranced obnoxiously with her head and tail up towards Charon. She veered her path subtly into his, not giving them too much of a choice but to keep close until she could playfully butt her head against his shoulder. Ame growled softly, and next tempered the gesture by shifting it to lick his cheek. All the while, her ears flickered around and she glanced back to his face finally; was he listening too? She didn't hear them right now, either.