Hushed Willows a world apart; a dream

caw waits for him, tail wagging gently. his tongue lolls from open jaws. he does not have to wait long! kincaid looks back at him, paws wheeling in the air – caw yips encouragingly – and then gets up and shoots after him.

he is very fast. caw's neck pulls backwards as kincaid charges him, tongue curling back into his mouth as he snaps at the air and uncurls from his bow. but his playmate stops before they crash together and slaps his own forelimbs to the ground with a bark. with a perk of his ears, caw barks back, dropping into and out of his bow once more.

then he lunges forward, nipping for kincaid's muzzle or shoulder or whatever he can get his teeth on, and then wheels about to take off, yipping as he goes. his tail streams bannerlike behind him, feathers rustling beneath the heavy fur of his scruff.