Bitterroot Valley Enter, Pursued by a Memory

He nearly lost her within the trees, but he surged for the final stretch, using his back legs to kick him forwards and knocking into her. A moment of panic at her squeal, where he made sure that he wasn't crushing her, laying on his back from the tumble a pawstep away from her.
Breath left him in quick succession; the rise and fall of his chest, as pants left his throat. Ya cheated, he said between. Heard... the twig snap, and he turned his head from where he laid on his back so that he may look at her, where she, too, would likely be laid on the grass within the grove.
The grove. Oh, he huffed, rolling to his stomach and pushing himself upwards. Is this, he breathed. Er, yer grove? Still, his breathing was ragged, but his chest rose and fell at reasonable speeds, now. Stepped forwards, once, twice, a few times, really.
Until he found himself at the base of a willow tree.