Gyrfalcon's Keep Night & morning with my tears

He ends up on the ground beneath her and she latches on to anything she can. Each mouthful is gentle, an occasional tug if anything, and she rolls over when he’s on the ground without caring too much where she lands. In a tangle of legs, she ends up losing her grip on him and he slips out from beneath her. She falls into a mess on the ground, scraping her face on the ground to find him as he darts away and she remains there for several seconds in debate. The desire not to lose him wins over and she scrambles without grace to her feet and bounds in his direction on uncoordinated limbs.
 
Her tongue falls out the side of her mouth and she can’t close the distance between them, him surging forward ahead of her. As her legs tire and her energy wanes, she still keeps on the move as best she can even as the space grows bigger and bigger.