Dawnlark Plains thought gasoline was on my clothes

She didn't move! He thought at first he could surprise her, but she shot him a smile in the split-second before he pounced. Yet she didn't move. He took no pleasure in startling someone who was onto his little game, and so he only gave her tail a few quick chews before rolling away, dodging her counterblows. He did a little somersault into the brush, and emerged shortly after, shaking dirt from his pelt.

"What'cha doin'?" he inquired cheerfully, sauntering up and gently butting his head against the underside of her chin. She smelled good, like the wild, the land beyond the den. Timberlake wanted to experience the adventures she clearly had; could she take him along, too?