Lion Head Mesa i haven't left your bed since

She moved in the first light of day.

A bat out of hell the way she cleared the dusty lands. Not running from anything, but instead seeking the pure thrill of the movement.

There was, of course, a slight stumble here and there. Hindered by an old injury in her hind left leg. Yet if such a thing hurt she did not speak of it.

The moment she hit a shaded place, she pressed tightly against the wall. Sides heaved with the frenzy of her run.

maybe @Ramesses but I welcome anyone!