Duskfire Glacier autumns hunt

The moment Tunerk sucked in a breath to respond, she missed the revealing flex of muscle that would have foretold what she was about to witness: his headstart. Tunerk stood there stupidly for a moment, not believing her own eyes, before she belatedly reacted and gave chase. Her cross expression revealed how she felt about it all, but it was not long at all before her expression gave way to sheer joy.

Their uneven proportions would not assist them this day, and so the playing field was utterly even. They both bore significant weight for cubs their age, having fed heartily once they were given stability, and though eventually Tunerk would be made for the chase, as it stood, her figure was simply made for growing into itself. Despite those circumstances, Tunerk showed promise in her capability to catch up at all; his looking back had done her that favor, else there might have been no contest at all.

Her competitive drive was not felt during feeding, as with most wolves; she was content to let Sos and Aningan have their choice pickings, though sometimes for the fun of it provoked her brothers (also because some days, she was hungrier than normal). But as she ran, it presented itself—her strides seemed to grow longer, the amount of time her paws were against the earth less and less as she finally arrived beside the bear. The fire in her muscles felt wonderful, and her jowls were split in a wolfish grin as her tongue slapped against her cheek to release pent up heat.

All that she knew here was happiness, and a boundless sort of freedom. As she threw herself into a full-fledged gallop, Tunerk felt as though she were flying.