Whitefish River been a liar, been a thief

Everything was bound to blur when her legs really got her moving and the butterfly was pinned as target number one. Beside her sister, without a care (excepting the lack of captured bug), she had nothing to hold back about here.

She gave an encouraging yap when Spica made her lunge, though she certainly did not register the bush either--the butterfly floated right over that after all, and that had really been where her sights were as soon as she knew her sister didn't make the contact. Syrma had to give it a shot too, so went launching herself at it midair.

Her first clamp of her teeth missed because the butterfly simply lilted out of reach, so she re-positioned for another attempt; maybe a bigger jump up? NO!! she screeched and tried again, also missing when it veered away and landed herself less gracefully--all so the critter could put more distance between them while she tumbled from spilling herself. Noticing around this time her lack of reinforcements, she rolled to her paws and sprang up again. SPII!? she panted as she had to go into chase mode again--still hopeful, for her sister and the cause alike, before she could gather up another pounce, the butterfly had really started to move on up out of reach.