Wapun Meadow Footfalls and flowers

She did not slow. Paarthurnax weaved between the foliage without a care in the world, her tongue lolling as she panted. When the cluster of trees came to a sudden end and open terrain was visible again, the crimson beauty veered to her left and began her loose ring around them. An unexpected wuff of greeting caused her ears to prick, but still she did not slow. She circled again toward the call and, seeing a male begin his own run in her direction, she grinned mischievously.

Paar thundered through wildflowers toward him, making no inclination to stop, and when there was a mere couple of yards between them, she propelled herself into the air. She soared over her pursuer and landed on nimble paws, picking up where she left off and yipping a gleeful response: catch me! it seemed to say, and she snuck a brief glance over a crimson shoulder for any sign that her new play-mate might be catching up to her.