centuries

There might be some power-play here. I'll gladly edit anything. :-)

Sumayl didn't have to wait long which was, in and of itself a good thing, and at first, the Ostrega was pleased by the swiftness in which the wolves of this pack had been able to greet him. Sumyal was not, initially, able to make sense of the scene that had begun to rapidly unfold before him. Brow furrowed over golden gaze, damp tail giving a soft wag before it occurred to him that the creature nearing him wasn't walking but rather sliding. A deep breath was drawn into the Ostrega's black, leathery nostrils, the crisp scent of rain buffered out by the tangy scent of damp earth and mud as the wolf kept up the rapid approach. Ears slicked back to his skull as he realized, about the same moment that she looked up and noticed him that she was on a collision course, and he hadn't left himself any room to react. She sent out a warning, which seemed too little, too late to Sumayl as he made to leap, attempting to dodge her, though it was futile attempt.

In the end, the woman slammed into him, sweeping Sumayl, in the very literal way, off of his feet as their bodies collided and he tumbled over her, trying and failing to gain his footing in the slippery mud she had trailed in her “mud-sledding” activity. Sumayl let out a loud grunt upon contact with her, and groaned when he fell back to the earth like an ungraceful infant trying to take it's first steps. In that moment, that was exactly what he felt like. An gangly infant who couldn't even find his footing, rather than a man grown who had at least two years to get used to his body. Mud slung up along his chin and the Ostrega couldn't help but pull a face as he pushed himself to his paws, slowly this time, thinking that, perhaps, he had considered the fact of “nothing else could go wrong” far, far too soon. He didn't even make an attempt to shake the sticky mud out of his coat, instead letting it drip off of him in gross globs as he set his golden gaze upon her unsure if he wanted to laugh or scream. Or both.

“Well,” He drew in a breath. “You certainly know how to sweep a guy off of his feet,” He told her staring down at his mud streaked legs with a soft frown.