Moonspear dancing in the moonlight

He had a good share of gumption about him already, but sometimes, it just outran his physical boundaries and left him an awkward mess of rushing legs and paws. Still, once he got his momentum under control and all moving in the right direction, he could delight in the chase—especially when he heard the rhythm of her stride coming for him, signalling himself as successful bait.

Flattening down his ears, he tried to prepare for her advance by speeding along as hard as he could go.. but it never quite came all the way. He could feel her presence looming, and hear her keeping near. After a few breaths of her not overcoming him, he finally dared to chance a look over his shoulder. She pursued, although not all the way.. and he was vaguely worried; why not?

Well. Whatever the case was, he faced forward once more and kicked it back up to top speed again. He threw down a few zig-zags to feint a path at some certain features of the landscapes, just to prove he wasn't a total clumsy disaster always.