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her sliding was something not easily correctible, no matter her fumbling attempts to right herself. a moment, too, and the pup dropped to the earth with all the grace of a sack of potatoes. sharp yelp as she landed crookedly on a hind paw, fully prepared to call out again when she notices the other pup. 

hurts forgotten in the face of a new playmate, the girl rights herself, giving her pelt a stiff shake. "t-kiyoshi!" she calls, gaze falling on the bright flash of fur on the boy's forehead she uses to remember. "watcha doin'?" she calls, closing the distance with a bit of an awkward limp that is already fading; she's gotten enough hurts from doing things she shouldn't be to have become resilient.