Sun Mote Copse P.S. I hope you're happy.

Towhee threw her godfather a fond smirk, laughing out loud when he sprang at her. That made her think: maybe there was a way to increase Elwood's speed. At the very least, perhaps they could maintain his current pace even as he continued to age. She had an idea.

"Think you can catch me," she taunted him, rearing like a wild filly and kicking out her forelegs in his direction, though he was safely out of reach, "you old fart?" The tease came out as her forepaws hit the dirt again and she bolted, glancing over her shoulder in the hopes her uncle would give chase.