I may be so fast, so very fast, and so very good at being fast but I am not so good at being immune to boredom, no, no, no. I mean, yes, it's so very beautiful here and I am having so much time by myself but I want to play, to be fast and show others just how good I am. Wren is quiet and that makes playing kind of hard. Mother likes to play but she is tired, too, and has other things to do, just like father. So, I have a lot of play inside me that is not getting out. Besides, my parents weren't really that good at playing! Mother liked to try and teach me instead but sitting still was so boring, and father was always so grumpy but at least he let me tackle him and run around. Mother said I had cousins somewhere but I never saw them. I was all alone! How tragic, right? How tragic that I be forced to roll around in the flowers all by myself - talk about a total sigh worthy predicament to be in.

It doesn't even cross my mind that I am being stalked - watched maybe, but not stalked. I like to imagine that I am always being watched by either grandmother Zeivah or somebody thinking about how cool I am, but somebody sneaking up on me? I actually laugh out loud as I roll onto my back, kicking my paws up and growling at them playfully. Big, dangerous paws. Yeah, they'd kick anybody's butt who thought they could sneak up on me! Ha ha ha - I laugh and laugh, closing my eyes and enjoying the sound as it combines with the world around me. But no... there's a noise that isn't me! And a shadow that definitely isn't something like a cloud. I should probably... move or something.

So, I do! I flip over in my shining glory, my eyes wide as the girl lands near by. What is she doing!? Where did she come from and why is she faster than me? No! Not allowed, urgh! I bark at her in displeasure of this revelation, dropping back onto my belly and crawling forward as I do so. I am defeated already. She snuck up on me and my paws, my big paws, do not want to kick her butt. But, she says my name - actually, she sounds excited - and bounces around in... oh my god, she wants to play! Yes! Okay, I change my mind - she is allowed to be faster for now because I will just be stronger! The perfect plan.

I instantly rise into a play bow of my own, my face alight with a mischievous smile before I leap forward, hoping to grab her with my legs and wrestle her to the ground. Of course, she's so much bigger than me but you know... I am Ramiel, duh. I am fast and strong and awesome, she will know all of this by the end of the day I am sure.

"And the great Ramiel totally crushes the Princess! The crowd goes wild!"

I burst into a momentary howl, laughing as I do - I like to imitate the crowd, the happy followers of my imaginary pack who love seeing me win. But, they have to see how fast I am too so I leap off and away from her, bouncing proudly off into the field - come on, you think you're fast like me? Hah!