Phoenix Maplewood i'll wind up working in the thick of it

alongside phoenix, her world narrowed -- running caused the world to slip away until all that was in focus was the raggedness of her breath, and the path that unwound perpetually ahead. trees, leaves, forests -- all passed by in a blur with no sound save for her and phoenix's footsteps.

as the male slipped ahead indra slowed for a moment, unsure -- until she caught the impishness of his grin and the clear pronking of his gait. spurred by playful competitiveness she lengthened into a sprint behind him, doggedly falling in-step behind his hocks with a flurry of nips given in frolicking pursuit.