She flew like a rosy dandelion puff on the breeze- held aloft by the drafts she chased, pulled toward them as if drawn by a fierce inhale. She huffed a wispy reply as he called the charge, his booming, jubilant voice a spur to her hide. The veil of darkness drew nearer and nearer until she crossed simultaneously into both shadow and rain. She squinted against the sudden downpour and chuckled as the rain found its way past smiling lips to tickle her tongue as it trickled past her gums. She threw her head back and whirled, felt the rain beat against her freckled cheeks, pattering against closed eyelids, and running down the top of her crown where it could spill over her shoulders in tiny rivers of shining water.

She threw her head down and bucked, kicking heels up toward the sky, sending sand flinging from her paws. Over and over again she wheeled, until she caught sight of the pale man and cut a dizzied course toward him- staggering wildly to the side as she did until she stumbled and kissed the ground with her shoulder. Quickly she righted herself, rosy pelt now speckled with sand, and leapt again for the man with great bounding frog-leaps that might make an antelope arch its brow.