Moonspear But keep your fighting spirit alive, boys

Hydra took full advantage of her headstart, long strides devouring the earth as she galloped forward. But before she could fall into her full sprint, the leggy Gannet figured her out and was nearby. She heard his teeth click against the air and rumbled playfully, kicking into her next gear.

There was nothing like an all-out sprint—the one wolves fell into as they sprinted after their prey for the final chase. Hydra was infinitely aware that she was that for Gannet, and her heart raced in her throat as her tongue lolled. The cruel winds caused her eyes to grow wet with tears, but she knew her path well, and sharply turned left in an attempt to throw the black-footed Gannet off his course.