Redhawk Caldera Make my heartbeat stop

Frolic’s little body thrummed with excitement when Amalia agreed to a race. Unlike many pups her age—including her own siblings—there wasn’t much in way of puppy fat on her frame. She was thin as a whip, in part because she ate like a bird and ran like a horse. She was light on her feet, which lent her speed, if only Frolic could avoid stumbling over them…

As soon as the final word left Amalia’s mouth, determining the finish line, Frolic burst into a gallop. For a solid thirty seconds, she flew across the yellowing grass, her blackened ears slicking back against her skull. Her lips peeled back too, revealing a wolfish grin. Her jaws parted and her tongue lolled out, flapping in the breeze.

Even when a gnarled root sprang up in her path, Frolic didn’t slow down or stumble. She leaped over it and came down on the other side with only a mild totter before continuing at breakneck speed toward the targeted tree.