miklos was not one to arrive quietly. silence just wasn't in her nature. her presence must be known to all within a decent radius around her.
the paws of the wolfdog brushed themselves against the grass with reckless abandon, kicking up dirt and pieces of dead grass in her trail. fins that laced her back stuck out among the brown fur, though fitting in effortlessly with the breeze they streamlined through. miklos seemed like an almost unstoppable force, taking the fields by storm, as if they were her own land with no rules or regulations- no one to get in her way. and yet, suddenly, she found herself with her paws above her head, no longer running oh so carelessly upon the ground. and her right paw was aching. and a rock had been kicked into the ground by some unknown force that absolutely was not miklos tripping.
"fuck," mik released with a subtle laugh, raising a paw to rub from behind her ear towards her eyes, keeping still in her new found upside-down on-the-ground position.
"speech"




