Mudminnow River How to move on

She smiled. "You are right. It most certainly is." She was surprised, but pleasantly so when he ramped up his playful mannerisms. Ducking down into a play bow, bouncing on his paws slightly. Her eyes twinkled. With a grin, she felt a spark that had long since been dead, light up inside her.

Suddenly her tail was whipping in the air. Before she knew what she was doing, she feigned an energetic leap towards him. Nipping softly, harmlessly towards the tips of his paws. Tense and bunched up, ready to bolt away and race around.

Malila couldn't even begin to recall when she had ever played last.