Hoshor Plains grinning

Her muscles bunched and shuddered with each lunge. Serenaded by his laughter their paws pattered against the cold ground and jaws snapped with the clacking rhythm of a snare. With the lurching pulse of their movements, she found herself lost, dizzied. And without realizing it, her hyena-like laughter joined in with his. 

It did not escape her notice that with each lunge his attempts seemed to become more ill-willed. But the magnetic force that returned her to the earth following each leap seemed to keep her bound to their maddening whirlwind, spiralling inwards.  As if breaking beneath the strain, and willing to chance the repercussions, she jousted once before diving toward him, her shoulder toward his. She wanted to feel that laughter rattle her ribcage and stare into the  pinprick of his gaze.