( It's not that Cassandra's bad at running, it's just--
-- she would have appreciated more notice. It is not difficult for her to keep pace with the woman once she's regathered her wits about her. The real problem is, of course, the dogs. The damn dogs. There are so many of them and she cannot keep track of them all and before she knows it she is stumbling, one of the animals letting out a low whine as the edge of her boot accidentally connects with its side.
Regaining her footing, Cassandra finds herself nonsensically muttering a stream of barely decipherable apologies.
Because she didn't feel terrible enough already. )
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-- she would have appreciated more notice. It is not difficult for her to keep pace with the woman once she's regathered her wits about her. The real problem is, of course, the dogs. The damn dogs. There are so many of them and she cannot keep track of them all and before she knows it she is stumbling, one of the animals letting out a low whine as the edge of her boot accidentally connects with its side.
Regaining her footing, Cassandra finds herself nonsensically muttering a stream of barely decipherable apologies.
Because she didn't feel terrible enough already. )