Despite her earlier encounter, Samus was still a little too carefree for her own good. If someone were to be following her, it was unlikely that she would know or even care to find out. And she was of the mind that anything that was thrown at her, she could handle. She was a wild child after all, and she felt as though every step she took down the riverside was a claim to this territory, making it hers. It was a silly thought but it made her stand tall, gazing around the frost-covered landscape with a glint in her dual-colored eyes.
It was there she stood, upon the bank, when her ears caught the shrill barks. Samus whirled around at the chorus with a wild grin, her tail sticking straight up and giving a few fierce wags, bouncing on her feet as the girl charged and leaped, ducking out of the way with practiced agility. She dropped into a play-bow as the other girl did, her whole body seeming to wag along with her tail. "Nuh-uh, ya missed!" The masked girl said with a lopsided grin. As much as she thought herself mature and capable, the lanky girl loved to play. There was something exciting about the quick movements, the turning on a dime, the nips and barks and painless bites.
Samus laughed and squirmed forward slightly, moving slowly before bursting forward and aiming to brush against the girl as she charged forward, sprinting down the riverside. A chorus of barks and yips escaped her maw, encouraging her newfound playmate to give chase. She had certainly inherited her mother's love of running, the feeling of the wind in her pelt and the grass against her paws as she flew across the ground was near ecstasy. The girl could only hope that her new friend could keep up.
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she's an artist, she don't look back
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