Morningside Cuesta i want tomorrow to mean more than today

Long black legs, lean and well muscled tore up the ground. Amalia was pushing her body to it's limit today. Gentle pants, adding an even cadence to her breathing as she ran. She knew the drop was coming. And with a happy bark of laughter, she reached the end and sored. She landed hard, but her legs and paws took the brunt. She wouldn't be able to do that often, damage her feet, but once or twice. Not so bad.

Sunlight dappled her black pelt with dancing lights, and her brown tipped tail waved behind her. She loved it here.

They won't be back until the end of July, beginning of August. So I will elude to the fact that she comes back because it takes less time for her to travel to and fro, to freshen the borders.