Sleepy Fox Hollow Just Tackle Me!

Laughter led Anselm to the spot where Paen's trajectory had gone from steady clip to upended roll. He hesitated in approaching, but her infectious laughter bid him from the thicket and by the time he was visible, his tail was swaying and a whisper of a grin hung across his face.

He looked her over - she didn't look hurt, in fact, presently she was scratching an itch. His eyes raised questioningly, wondering just what it was that had her in such high spirits today.