Moonspear steal my sunshine

Bronco hadn't been too far off when his sister called out for him. His first instinct was to get to his feet and start making his way in her direction, though he relaxed when he realized that there was no urgency or desperation in her call. He'd been nearly dead to the world, asleep, when she'd called out- so he'd recognized little other than the tone of her voice, and failed to notice that he wasn't the only one being summoned. 

When he reached the clearing, he didn't see her at first- until he heard the rhythmic pattern of footsteps rapidly approaching him. He had to jump back to avoid his little sister, who careened around the edge of the clearing, speeding through the mist that rose in veils, disappearing into the blue sky as it gradually revealed itself. He stepped out to feel the sunshine for what felt like the first time in ages, letting it warm his coat as he shook it out, sending little droplets of water flying in every direction and causing his fur to stand on end. The sun felt abolutely wonderful. But he couldn't enjoy it for long, because sure enough, his sister finished her lap and whipped past him again. 

He gave a twitching movement with his head, which caused his lips to quiver, as though he'd been possessed by some internal neurological demon. He rolled his shoulders, lowering his head so that he hunched his shoulderblads together, and took off after his sister, cutting across the opening so that he could at least gain some ground on her. After all, Broncosaurus was a fearsome beast, but he could only run so fast...So he needed to take a shortcut. "BRON-CO-SAUUUUUU-RUSSSSSS!" He bugled as he cut across the field, hoping to catch her on the fly. He worked up a bit of spit in his mouth so that it might froth at the corners of his lips, and gnashed his teeth, just to add to the frenzied appearance of whatever Jurassic creature he was imitating.