Emmett did not often engage in guilty pleasures, but very occasionally he would let himself go out for a run in the fields while shifted. The feeling of grass under his quick hooves and the sun on his fur was always refreshing, let him feel free and alive for a while before having to return to his life of chores and responsibility.
He had been sprinting about the fields for a while (as a donkey he could be quite fast, when he actually put his mind to it) when he suddenly came to a dead stop, seeing a Lion?! a few feet ahead. Immediately panicked he tried to back away slowly, a worried little whinney leaving him, eyes only fixed on the predator and not it's strange companion, which may have told him that it was unlikely he was about to be eaten.
Emmett
How deeply are you sleeping?
or are you still awake?
