The leaves crunches under clawed feet as they run across the ground each leg bending in two places as the figure moves forward with their body leaning into the wind. A swish of color fallows the path of the body over the dirt road. Suddenly all movement stops as the figure stands still. From atop a top the head black tipped ears stand up and twitch back and forth to pin point the cause for the sudden stop. Ahead of the figure a snap of a twig is heard and it is off again chasing the frantic noise of the fleeing pray. As the trees thin fierce almond shaped eyes flash in the sunlight as they sharpen on the target. With a quick bend of the knees and a push off the ground the figure is air born and connects with the target’s back bringing both down hard on the ground with a puff of dust.
With a giggling laugh from the predator and a groaning sigh from the prey the dust clears to show a laughing female sitting on the back of a groaning male. Both figures had legs that bent in two places once at the first knee going backwards then again at a second knee forwards. The legs bellow the second knees are furred and end in in paws. The female stands up off others back her tail swishing back and forth from the excitement as she cheers her victory. The male’s ears droop on each side of his head as he slowly gets up, tail limp in dejection as he he listens to his friend’s victory chant again. Pushing his glass up he sighs and wonders why he agreed to play hide-and-seek with her, especially now that his white shirt was covered in dirt and grass stains. Luckily his black pants did not show the dirt as bad, still he does not wish to press such luck. Turning to the hyper female he gives a cough to catch her attention and once she stopped bouncing and looked at him with eyes filled with interest. “how bout as a reward I buy you a Sunday at Flick & Stick’s,” he says. With a cry of joy, she grabs his had that had been fixing his shirt and forcefully drags him out of the park towards the ice cream shop as he stumbles trying to keep his balance. She rattles of all the flavors and how much she loves or hates each and every one. The male sighs as he tones her out wishing he had stayed in bed that day, a small smile crosses his face, Oh well, he thinks, at least Sasha was happy.