Four large misty gray paws hit the forest floor so gently that he barely disturbs the leaf litter on the ground. The large powerful body moves so smoothly that it is hard to believe the speed he is travelling at this time.
His head isn't down this time. He isn't running in fear and disappointment, he isn't even running in heartbreak. This time he’s only running because he loves to run and the precious passenger he has on board loves to run.
Two small bare feet dangle in a relaxed manner on either side of the large wolf, gently brushing against the misty gray fur. Basking in the feeling, the softness of his fur on her extremities, a once expensive and immaculate dress is gathered up at each side, revealing two long slender legs which extend out of each side of the now ruined material t
