Flycatcher Downs today we live, today we breathe

This little game of catch and chase almost didn't feel natural to her. But she enjoyed it while the moments lasted. She hadn't anticipated catching up with him so fast. Before she knew it, the hairs of her own form were meshing with his and the forward momentum of her own body forced her recklessly against his frame. For the second time, she struggled to control her footing, from toppling over while he, was already mid-tumble.

Then she gave in at the last second, allowing herself to become enveloped in this youthful, innocent delight. Her fore legs clung to his shoulders in an attempt to hold on, to steady herself. Her back legs buckled beneath her and his downward roll brought her into the tangled summersault with him. Yelping softly in surprise but unharmed, she flopped onto her side, awkwardly but gently nudging a flank with her rear paws.