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[lissla_lissar]

The white woman and the fleethounds, ten of them, are running. It is the greatest joy of that breed, and the woman laughs to run with them. It can't be said that she is truly light of heart, but her joy at being surrounded by an ocean of canines is honest and unfettered

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[loyal_dog]

They might happen upon a Whippet, tail wagging slightly as the ten dogs and one woman come into his view?

Oh to join in on this race; to delight in being able to run like the wind!

[lissla_lissar]

He may join, even if the smallest of the puppies is his size and the largest of the dogs is to him as a full grown Greyhound is to his size. The white woman notices, of course, the addition to the pack; but any who can keep up are welcome in this run.

[loyal_dog]

Very good and tally ho!

With a happy bark he manages to ease his way into the throng, keeping up like no true dog can do, not being a real dog himself.

If Dog wants to he can out-pace them all, but this is for fun.

[lissla_lissar]

The rather more impressive thing is that none of the dogs can outpace the woman who runs at their lead. She is human; nothing but human. Something touched her and gave her a gift.

Running is a part of this gift. Her steps are even and flawless, she is not near to slowing.

[nitro_is_ace]

There's a happy barking ahead, coming from one lanky Doberman who gallops in their direction.

HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI!

She doesn't meet new dogs often.

[lissla_lissar]

HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI is the chorus in return, the ten throats belling out into something that is more closely related to the giving-voice of a pack of foxhounds than the yapping of most. None of them break ranks, but gentle Meadowsweet adds in You can run with us. The Person doesn't mind.

[nitro_is_ace]

Magic hesitates for a moment - usually when she goes running it's with her own pack - mum, and Spoon, and the puppies. But.

But but but.

It looks like fun.

Thus, taking the place of the omega, she falls in, stretching out her long legs to try and keep pace.

[lissla_lissar]

Unfortunately, fleethounds are taller than Dobermen. The white woman notices the new dog, yes, but as long as Magic can keep up with the pack she doesn't make a deal of the addition.

Each of the other dogs drops back to sniff and greet before returning to their own chosen places.

[pirate_jack]

It's been a long and rum-filled evening, and as a result Jack's in a wickedly cheerful mood as he saunters unsteadily across the grass down to the shore.

"... devils and black sheep and really bad eggs, drink up me hearties, yo-ho!"

[lissla_lissar]

First the woman passes him, too quickly to change her course. The trailing ends of long silver hair may graze his face; bringing with them the heavy scent of spring in the forest and the clean sweat of someone who has been exerting herself but not straining.

Then the flood of dogs, a split second behind her, breaks around him with quiet barks and noises of greeting as they flow.

[pirate_jack]

"Ahhhh!!!"

The barking of the dogs is added to by the yelling of the pirate as he breaks into a flailing run along with them.

[lissla_lissar]

More than one of the puppies give the man their own, patented, version of WTF looks, but the whole pack of them continues running.

After a moment to determine that the yelling is enthusiastic, not threatening or afraid, a tiny laugh drifts back on the wind.

The woman, and her dogs, slow before the flailing, stumbling run can exhaust the strange (strange, strange) man.

[flipswitch_moo]

Some found joy in running.

Some...found joy in grass. Yes, grass. The grass was nice, and he'd been sprawled in it almost all day. He didn't seem particularly alarmed by the onrush of dogs, far the opposite. He raised a white leather clad arm to wave hello.

[lissla_lissar]

First the woman leaps over him, as lightly as the deer which gave its skin for her clothing. Then Ash, sailing over lightly, followed by the adult dogs. The puppies jump him, too, except for Ferntongue who pauses to lick the upraised hand before hopping from a standing start to rejoin the pack.

[flipswitch_moo]

Well, his expression was certainly a little bemused at that. He wasn't often jumped over, except when Kisa was feeling feisty in tiger form. And a girl in white leather he could only approve of.

Ferntongue received an incredibly brief scritch as she paused; puppies well, he was a sucker for things younger than him?

[lissla_lissar]

They curve back around, eventually, and the woman pauses to look at him. The dogs boil around her for a moment, but she is silent.