Haunted Wood every atom of my blood

the simple joy that comes from the rhythmic pounding of her paws against the earth spurs her ever faster, until she reins in her pace slightly and Valour catches up. He pulls up alongside her, and for a moment, she smiles widely for perhaps the first time in recent history, gaze light and expression open. and then her forepaw darts out to the side in an attempt to hook around his own; an effective trip she'd only ever used on Scylla, months ago.