Porcupine Ridge city of decay

Fox barked excitedly, bounding after him with gusto and a feeling of pure contentment as she did so. She yearned for the days when she had been but a pup, going through these same motions with her sisters. Picking up her pace, Fox passed him while giving him a look of pride in her speed, only to misstep and come crashing to the ground like a little ball of red fur.

She yelped, but it was only from surprise, not pain, and when she finally came to a stop, she lay on the ground in a fit of hearty, happy laughter. Fox had forgotten how freeing it was to be stupid and young, and she would have to make it a point to have these sorts of interactions more often.