Fairspell Meadow breaker of the dawn

Akhtar sat his newly found piece upon a rock, so he did not lose it in the grass. Off went the gold coat of Pharoah, hunting for the other, and his face split into a grin, feathery tail waving like a banner.

He was very good at this game. He bounded up with a rabbit like agility, twisting his body so he landed already at a lope from the momentum. He couldn’t let the man win without a challenge, now could he?

He couldn’t help the fast wiggle of his tail. It had been so long since he’d indulged in this sort of thing.