Who: Sirius Black17-baby & James Potter6-knap What: Sirius needs his best mate and to talk When: Sunday Where: Forbidden Forest somewhere Warnings: Not expected Status: Threaded; complete.
His back legs were dragging, but Padfoot kept running full speed through dark foliage with no concern for the exhausted burn in his muscles. The forest went on, and so did the dog. Until he didn't. His face aand chest just skidded on some leaves as his legs lay useless beneath him. For a minute or so, the black dog only breathed, as quickly as he could. His eyes closed, and he just smelled everything in the forest.
Transforming back, Sirius felt a knot growing in his back, but he was slow to even straighten out his legs where he lay. His eyes stayed closed, and he heard James or Prongs nearby. It was hard to tell with his sense of smell so strongly diminished and his eyes closed. "Oooh," Sirius groaned and rolled onto his back. He hadn't known Padfoot could run that long that hard. It had to be a new record, or at least it felt like one. "I'm alive, just not moving." He clarified that without hand gestures of any sort. He was exhausted, sore, and unwilling to move. It had tired him out enough his brain was working at half-speed at best. Sirius liked that.