Wild Berry Meadow Life begins when you know how it ends

It was quiet, peaceful and it seemed that nothing could possibly upset the perfect balance of the world. 

Then there came a rumbling, and a crashing, and a howl of glee. A moment of silence, and then, racing like a fiery comet, Ikari. 

He dashed through the meadow, gold fur and even brighter golden eyes shining, tail flailing behind him like a flag. His tongue lolled over his teeth, and his breath came in ragged gasps. He was pushing himself as hard as he could, legs pumping, chest heaving. The wind rushed by his ears, and he howled again. 

The rock appeared seemingly out of nowhere. In an instant, Ikari had tripped, staggered, and crashed head-first into the earth. His legs still kicked, running on their own momentum, and the earth churned beneath his writhing paws. When the dust had settled and his body had finally stopped moving, Ikari raised his head. 

"Wow." he grunted, righting himself. He licked his nose and came away with the taste of blood. The world spun for a moment, then stilled. Ikari stood and turned to face the rock, a scowl on his lips. He bared his teeth and rammed it with his broad head, yowling and falling back when he made impact. 

"Good job." he said, speaking to the rock, "You tripped me up this time. It won't happen again." He turned and limped off, muttering a soft, "fuck you" to the rock, still dizzy, nose bleeding, and now with a massive headache. That was fun.

Wandering, at a much slower and calmer pace this time, Ikari raised his muzzle to the air. Someone's scent had drifted towards his nostrils, and those piercing golden eyes narrowed ever so slightly. 

It didn't take long for him to find the source of said scent, and he parted his jaws to shout to the stranger. "Oi, what're ya doin'?" He called out again as he trotted closer. "Who're you?"