Wheeling Gull Isle tongkola

the tendrils of his tufted, wavy coat were easily plucked by her teeth. nothing hard, nothing worth ceasing over.

instead it felt more like encouragement.

his frenzied pace would soon push them further up the coast, closer back into the cover of trees. he wondered if she would continue the chase there.

for a moment he thought as though he might win, if she did.