Redhawk Caldera The View from Halfway Down

something was off, but teya would not process its wrongness until later. she leant into the breeze, encouraged by the grin that flicked across his lips. 
and fully focused on herself, she embraced the haptic pleasure of running; the wind through one's hackles, the springiness of the earth beneath paw. teya flattened herself, suddenly reckless; she leapt a boulder then a fallen branch; she was going entirely too fast —
the blurring of air tore at her eyes and forced every thought from her mind.
she listened for bronco/