Shadewood The longest Yard

Lady luck was pretty, lady luck was kind but she played favorites, and Rye certainly wasn't her favorite. Or so he thought. A voice, familiar and warm, called his name and his heart galloped. His ears perked up and cupped behind him, like two little sonars. He turned, body cautious and his mind hopeful, then he saw it, black running down their back and cream colors covering her chest; the eyes were blue, oh it must be true. "Effie!?" He shouted, exhileration thick in his voice. His legs, already being spring loaded, jumped her way and the male nearly crashed into her upon his landing.

"How did you find me? Where have you been?" His voice held that similar excitement but a little more reserved, he couldnt believe his eyes. He couldn't believe his luck! Whew, he couldn't believe that jump took that much wind out of his sails. Nevertheless his tail swayed side to side with joy, and his smile was ear to ear.