Kintla Flatlands [m] so please don't take me for no fool

A ploy; a trap no doubt when the chase is a short lived sprint across the meadow. Yet, Kratos dives in; tackling Zephyr and allowing breath to escape both of their lungs at impact. Enough to bruise as they collide and descend to the earth a tangle of limbs. His jaw opens, a repetitive motion of teeth and licks as they wrestle about.