Phantom Hollow while you runnin through the banners [m]

His head snapped towards the fleeing hare for all of half a second before he was back looking at Cupid. Mal ordinarily would have complained, but Cupid had told him to wait and he pretty much had to listen. 

His ears cupped forward as he stood fully upright again, waiting for an answer. But then Cupid came closer? Up against him? More confusion, but he leaned against the other man. There was that twinge again, and he shifted his weight from one rear paw to the other as if somehow that would make it go away. It didn't. 

He tried to keep being cool, maybe a little gruff because that sounded like a better way to fake his confidence the whole way. Then what do you want? That sounded cheesy but it was the best he could do without jumping straight into the unknown. Because honestly he didn't really know what he wanted -- consciously at least, his body knew what was up and had a suggestion for the first couple steps, but Mal held off.