Whitefish River Good thing

A rustling aroused her attention from the shrubs.
A friend? Shiloh? 
A glimpse of grey and she nearly pounced with a flurry of barks and nips, thinking it was her sister.
But the tone too light, too bright and blazing.
Shiloh wouldn't be so bold.

A different girl rose up out of the grasses with a screech of delight, it seemed.
Ravaryn lept up, bounding backwards a step with her own holler.
Then, the chestnut coated girl dropped into a play bow, the movement seeming natural.
She was ready to play!