Author's Note: My first ToS thing...as well as my first attempt at a poem. This is dedicated to that awesome "dog," for always getting me safely away from the enemies on the World Map. We love you, Noishe!

When he is called

he comes.

At a mere whistle

he leaps

wiggling with ecstasy

to greet his master.

He is mounted

and they run.

His paws are thunder

the wrath of the heavens

striking the earth.

His fur is like receding winter snow

with emerald grass hesitantly appearing.

He takes great, jovial bounds

joyous to live.

Pink tongue lolling

white side heaving

he stretches his body

to its fullest extent.

Running, running

running forever.

He leaps over all terrain

Never slowing

his master's gentle caress

bringing endless elation.

He runs for the horizon

just him and his master.