[Enthusiastically grinning herself, she pursues in her own four-legged run, trying to keep pace with him, but in her excitement she strays a little ways beyond. Racing is fun, too, after all. When she spots one, already lumbering quickly for them, she deviates away from him, charging with what sounds like vicious snarl at the beast, but is more a noise of her being incapable of containing herself. Invisible slash, slash again and it's down. She tosses her head, and stamps her paws.
Keep up, young sir. You're one behind. Teasing creature doesn't wait for him, rounding him to rush ahead.]
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Keep up, young sir. You're one behind. Teasing creature doesn't wait for him, rounding him to rush ahead.]