Firefly Glen i think i'm gonna rent a monte carlo, drive around your neighborhood, like, real slow

Most days, it was easy to forget about things that brought her joy such as this. Simply running, seeing—the world around her blurred in her periphery with her speed, but she could see, head on, the shapes coming to form and the beauty of the Glen. 

Hydra remembered her youth. As she ran forward and toward, her mind drifted back, and back—and ahead of her was not Meerkat, but @Charon. Larger, longer-legged—back then, she had not the limbs to match, and she had not grown into her paws to be as swift as she was now. Fireflies would illuminate their path as he evaded her capture—

The whoop of Meerkat brought her to, though the smile from the memory remained. Hydra lifted her head to call to the wilds. To call to @Mira and to call to the rest to remind them that these lands were claimed. But it soon devolved to also fall into a simple song of the wilds; the song of freedom, the feeling of a hunt gone right, the companionship brought by pack... 

And still she ran all the while, even after her calls quieted.