In the deep woods, the border collies challenge one another to a game of tag, sometimes hide-and-seek. Red runs ahead and turns, Fate locks onto him. The two stare at one another for a few minutes, and one of the moves. Usually Fate tears off after Red and the two of them run alongside one another at top speed, often out of sight on the long path.

Red never leaves the path, but Fate veers off into the woods and makes a giant circle, coming up behind Red and on his other side and the two race one another back to Maria and I. They will do it forever on a cool day, pausing to track some scent, check on us, eat some revolting thing. As hard as they run, they never tire of this game.