Moonspear the nu kid in town

Gannet was ambling near the stream when a call resounded, summoning with an unfamiliar voice. Initially he brushed it off; surely it wasn't for him. Then he remembered. Technically, now, it was. Ears pricked in renewed interest, Gannet considered a second longer, then began to lope at a slow, awkward gait towards the sound.

As he ran, he stumbled a few times, unused to the way his hind leg no longer matched his body's rhythm. It didn't respond well, being stiffer and offset, and every few strides it would simply skip, forcing the other legs to overcompensate. He fell once or twice, but as he forced himself out, he was slowly beginning to grow accustomed to this new development.

When he arrived, he stopped a few feet away, gazing at the stranger curiously. His tail gave a friendly wag, but he remained back, not recognizing him from those he knew on the mountain.