Crest felt the comforting presence of soft, furry globes against his back and found the run quite pleasant. It was his first, after all. The movement of the wind against his dense fur, the landscape vanishing around and behind him – he was having a grand time until his new companion began screaming at him. His ears twitched back on his angular head, trying to understand the words coming out of her mouth but he wasn’t designed to identify sounds at that angle, from that level. Still, based on the pitch of her screams, he figured it was important – so he stopped. Abruptly.<br/><br/>The motion brought her breasts squishing against his back even more pleasantly. He was instinctively attracted to breasts, of course, but this sort of interaction was making him a little confused  - his flight or fight instincts were up, but so was his need. A dizzying mixture.<br/><br/>It took him a few moments to right the little thing and help her stand before him and a few more seconds for him to understand what she was saying. He blinked at her owlishly and considered before replying to her cries that they stop a horde of invading fuck-head-toads.<br/><br/>“Me stop. What me get?” Crest asked wryly. He had really, really enjoyed the shoulder carry. “Me carry more, run more? That good fun.” He looked almost…euphoric at the thought.<br/>