Totoka River turn of the tides

Having long since forgotten why she had come out all this way to begin with, she weaved a tantalizing path for him as she raced ahead, leaping nimbly just out of his grasp. Dark paws skirted along the edges of many a water way, splashing carelessly in the shallow depths, leaving droplets to twinkle in the dying light. Ebony and rust colored fur tussled be the breeze and his prodding, she spun around to face him head on again.

Dipping low into a play bow, front legs splayed wide, she eyed him intently. Her tail little more than a rapidly beating blur in the air, raised above her hips. This game was new to her. So different, so foreign. She didn't fight the instincts that guided her, for here out in this open expanse, it was just the two of them. No past, no future. Only the here and now. No sins, no regrets. Just them. Waiting like a coiled spring as if she might bounce away at any moment, she let him come closer. That one extra step aroused from her an animated little whirl, dust, dirt and grass kicking up in her wake. Then slowly, deliberately she turned away, openly exposing herself for him to come savor.