Big Salmon Lake tell him to call me asap as possible

“Follow me!”

These two shrill words galvanized Frolic. She shot the fight scene a stricken glance, then spun and sprinted after the coyote. Her legs felt like jelly, so she weaved and wobbled like a drunk the first several dozen yards. But soon enough, Frolic found her sea legs and they were fleeing into the woods.

They crashed through another stretch of underbrush, the pup somehow avoiding any calamities. Eventually, the trees thinned. Unaware that her guide intended to aim for one of the nearby mountains, Frolic saw water glittering ahead and thought of the caldera back home. She galloped straight for it, digging her little black heels into the earth at the last minute and skidding to a halt at the water’s edge.

Still panting, she dipped down to drink. It was a mindless action, driven by her small body’s needs after running so far on a hot August day. Frolic gasped for breath between gulps, then raised her dripping snout to look around for her Good Samaritan.

I hope this is okay, @Meridian! Let me know if I need to change anything. :)