Wild Berry Meadow You givin’ up your faith for some fun

He stops the chase, trotting to catch his breath. He is not that fast at all and was only able to keep up that distance for a few heart hammering seconds. Though his humor is well infancy and he exhales a breath that could be considered a laugh. “Well, I gotta catch you to find out.” He jokes back, referring to her tasting like a skunk comment.

“So round two then?” He asks with a playful tilt of his head. He’s picking up the pace again and trying his damnedest to catch up. Kicking up dirt and grass on his take off he’s opening his mouth threateningly and going for a snap to the meaty portion of her thigh. Another snap of teeth — no contact. He misses again.

“You’re pretty fucking fast, huh?” He questions out of breath slowing down once more and trotting in a circle. “I can’t play by your game, I tried. You wanna play by mine now, darling? Much more fun if you ask me. Even though I do love a good chase.” He smiles to her mock innocently. His smirk holding a teasing lilt to it.