Whitefish River I Think It's Time

She happily trotted after him out of the den, trying, unsuccessfully, nab his swaying tail.
It was so floofy!
But when he spoke up, she quickly came up beside him with an inquisitive head tilt.

Warmed up? Was it cold?
She looked outside and it seemed pretty. A slight dew in the grass, catching the early morning light.
He sped up as they left the den, and she looked around, checking behind too.
What was this for? Fun? OK!
He sprinted away and she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, which certainly wasn't as fast or as far as Howl.
Soon enough, she was panting and slowing down, legs flailing.
However, her tail still wagged and she kept trying to keep up.
Howl must have forgotten she was still a baby.