Porcupine Ridge pet semetary

His tease was platonic, a commentary on her sudden lack of grace for a fine creature that appeared like she would have it in spades. He shook his head with a soft chuckle. "Happens to the best of us," he went on to say, recalling several moments where his smooth, confident image had been shattered by happenstance. No one was immune to the comical whims of life.

He eyed her with a spark of mischief of his own. He still felt his breath strong in his lungs, and felt the power in his thick limbs. He feigned to run, his tail twitching to goad her, and then he bolted. She could chase this time!

Fade? :)