Flycatcher Downs today we live, today we breathe

It was oh so true. Keyni really was a novice when it came to play. Throughout all of her young life she had focused on her studies in her natal pack, choosing an interest in the world around her, rather than others. She had been the pup often on the sidelines, content to watch and observe rather than getting in the mix.

Perhaps she just needed someone who could bring out that lively spirit lost deep inside her.

Watching him over her shoulder, she made sure to keep pace just ahead of him. Letting him close, but never quite close enough. She teased him in this little game, knowing that she could put on a greater turn of speed if she wished. But he was quick as well. His nose inched out, aimed for her side, eyes intent. Keyni sensed no danger. A misplaced paw was all it took for her to stumble, faltering in her smooth stride. The damp contact of his nose against her fur signaled his win, and just as quickly, he was off again.

Eyes glinting, she spun back to regard his retreating form. So that's how it was huh? Oh that is fine by her! Bolting after him like a bullet, she tried to catch up. If she got close, she'd knock her side against his shoulder, just hard enough to swing him off course.