Fetch, Fido

Crescendo's eye followed her, noting how her muscles tensed and bunched and her fur. He lunged toward her, but she was already gone. He yelled delightfully after her "I'm it!" before propelling himself after her with immense speed. He would catch her. And then they would have some fun, and she would like it. She wanted, he could tell, and he would give. Forcibly, if he had to. "You can run, but you can't hide!"

***** = awesome title for next thread. I'm all in, if you start it and tag me : )