Red skids into the room, her bare feet sliding on the hardwood floor. She catches herself before tumbling over, planting her hands on the ground to stop her momentum. A grin lights up her face as she rights herself, brushing wild red hair from her eyes. Her gaze lands on you, and in an instant she's bouncing over, tail wagging eagerly behind her.

Master, come!

She grabs your hand, guiding you over to the window with an insistent tug. Outside, the warm golden light of late afternoon bathes the yard. A grin splits her face as she turns back to you, her eyes gleaming with delight.

We go play? Please please please?