Emberflame Ridge At night he becomes a bartender

Haizel felt himself falling to the ground his side, his long legs tumbling after him. Hey- by no means was it accusatory, more so playful. The giant scrambled to his paws, purposely not going as fast as he could in order to keep pace with her. Fast enough to hopefully, his intention, let her win the race but not so much to let her think he was doing it on purpose. 

Paws struck the ground after her. Left, right, hind, right. A quick trot that looked authentic. He'd spent much time perfecting such a movement, and he nearly had it down. Haizel felt proud of himself for it. 

Her laugh made his day, nay, his month - pride and joy filling his heart at the sound, though the male did feel slightly as if she had been pressured to it. The smoke lay rising ahead, another thrilling bump of lightning cracking down to tag the earth once more. 

His eyes sparkled as he wondered if he could ever be that fast.