Sunbeam Lair Never Be Broken

A whisper of a touch, leaving ghost paws in it's wake. He didn't quite follow her. He didn't know what she wanted. This was no an exercise he was used too. There was no training protocol or meaning at least that he saw as of yet. Not that it wouldn't be something he would do. It was just different.

She was tiny. His strides could possibly catch her, but he held doubt that he could beat her. Where her size would give her movement and probably more stamina. His would lag him behind. He thought about it, this was just another way to push his body, right? He had seen other's do it, Rook had been an avid runner. He just had never tried.

Then she was gone, leaving his head clamoring and his nose twitching. He hadn't even stood before she was gone. Then suddenly he got up. She had told him not to think, just feel. So He tried just for her.

His breath at first came in sharp gasps, but as he willed his body into motion. Reminding himself that he was built for all physical things. His breathing grew regularly and he followed her at an easy pace. Wind whipping along his ice blue eyes, pulling the wetness from them. He had to blink a few times. He tucked his nose and almost caught her and then remembered her words he was to not wait.

So he gave one deep hearty of a whuff as he ran, because he had lost sight of her. And he just ran. It was near a large tree that he finally made his stop, and with sides heaving, head down low. He for a moment let his tears fall. What he was crying for he didn't know. Perhaps it was all the time he hadn't cried. But he wiped them away as they came. And he looked to the stars again, searching for so many of the things his father had taught him. Of what he could remember. His father's soft hum in his ears, while he looked up at him with adoring blue eyes, and his father met him with his own blues. Which morphed to Amity's blue eyes that she got from her father, and the warm browns of Rooks, and then Renaud's beautiful sweet renaud.