Firefly Glen brooklyn nine nine

Sollie doesn’t have a destination in mind but she moves with ease. She does not see the speck of black in the distance descend the mountain at such great speed until it is too late. Thunderous paws make the ground quake beneath her feet and she nervously glances over her shoulder to see the large child barreling toward. Her golden eyes widen and her own fur bristles, but she does not compare in size nor compete in strength to the other no matter their age differences. She spits out a hiss the same moment her legs propel her into gear and she runs as fast as three good legs can carry her, the back right leg without the strength to match.