Morningside Cuesta where my pine trees met with your monsters

His trick had won him the lead. Day raced off with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, panting with laughter and exertion in equal measures. He was glad that this place seemed to foster an abundance of play; it was a nice change from the many somber months he'd spent in Easthollow, brooding by himself.

And Sylvas was faster than him, but Day didn't mind. They seemed to be evenly matched in many other ways, and though it meant he could never keep ahead of the canny male, it did make for a fun game.