Fox's Glade to me, from the timbers,

he knew she'd catch him, being the vivacious little thing she is. but he welcomed it with a broad, crooked grin, as her teeth clipped his strong thigh. it was akin to a fly landing on the back of a stallion; a gentle twitch, followed by ease when she ran her cheek across his fur. his heart thundered, and he wasn't quite sure if it was because of exertion or because of her. 

he faltered in his coarse for only a second, perhaps distracted by the vision she's become; effortless and fiery, a light that couldn't be snuffed. eyes warm with a rare affection, he surged forward to run beside her, their steps falling as one. it was bliss; a dream he wished he didn't have to wake up from. for now, he'd chase her the entire way back, until it came the time for him to reluctantly leave her side.

fade! i am already feigning for another thread