Morningside Cuesta conveniently misplacing the steps that i've been taking

he stiffened the way a dog might when he catches a whiff of food he isn't supposed to have but wants with all his being. his tail continued its soft back-and-forth, picking up speed until it carried enough force to propel him forward.

unheeded, he bounded towards her. he was quicker than he looked, and as he approached it looked as if he may barrel straight into her. at the last moment he turned, nipping at the air above her withers before wheeling around to her other side.