At least those long legs were good for something. Rake was a champ at running, and he kept pace with her easily. Even while trying to avoid crushing any plants too badly. Poor things. Nettle hung behind them, glancing over her shoulder every few seconds until she was sure the Ursaring wasn't following.

When they finally stopped, and Rake was bent over and breathing hard, she headbutted him unsympathetically. Then pranced away to the other side of the meadow to munch on grass as he sprawled in the dirt.

"...ow. Please tell me it was my excitement for the month?" He pushed himself up and tried to brush himself off, but he was pretty hopelessly muddy.