[ It was odd being a dog, somewhere between hyperaware of himself - his four strange legs and his tail - and letting himself let go to it all, the way his ears swivelled on their own toward sounds, and his eyes caught the briefest flicker of movement and snapped aside, the strange thrill that leapt in him as the ball went whizzing past his head, his body already moving to chase it before he even realised what he was doing. Too much time like this and he knew it would be a problem working out which side of him was real.
He chased the ball until he caught it, almost tripping over his own feet as it stopped and he didn't, and as he stood there movement drew his attention, and a new scent. He flicked one ear toward Peter, standing predator still, but a moment later he was off, trotting toward Mercy where she lay basking in the grass, and as he got close, padding warily closer.
It had been so long since he'd been out, and this felt good. The grass was still damp from the morning's showers, and the smells were fresh and sharp, and as he got closer he wagged his tail a little more, totally caught up in the experience. ]
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He chased the ball until he caught it, almost tripping over his own feet as it stopped and he didn't, and as he stood there movement drew his attention, and a new scent. He flicked one ear toward Peter, standing predator still, but a moment later he was off, trotting toward Mercy where she lay basking in the grass, and as he got close, padding warily closer.
It had been so long since he'd been out, and this felt good. The grass was still damp from the morning's showers, and the smells were fresh and sharp, and as he got closer he wagged his tail a little more, totally caught up in the experience. ]