Redsand Canyon swiftfoot

Flecha sprinted knowing she would soon be caught.  At first she tried to stay away, but this turned into playfully exchanging passing nips as her running slowed to an energetic bounding.

She was only ever this around her sisters, and even then those select ones who relaxed similarly.  The shared closeness only benefitted them; the more they shared this, the better they would fight as one when war came.

She smiled and spun, looking to turn running into a tackle.