Silver Moraine There is Nothing to Change in This Stranger's War

Sen didn't keep her waiting for long. As soon as the dark-haired woman's lean body tilted forward, Saena lurched into movement. At first she bounded across the rocks in her opponent's direction, looking every bit a sparring partner, but a few feet before reaching Sen, she wheeled, tossed her head over her shoulder, and barked with laughter. Her short red tail switched back and forth as she briefly frolicked on the rocks, and then, with a playful yet challenging stare, she fully turned and bolted down the moraine.

No doubt Sen would quickly engage and would be right behind her. Although she was born and raised in mountainous terrain and therefore was exceptionally sure-footed in spite of the uneven floor, Saena was a bit chubby and not really much of an endurance runner. Although her initial flight would be impressive thanks to her long hours of gamekeeper training, it wouldn't take long for her to slow considerably. On the other hand, the glacier wolf had the trim waist and long limbs of an athlete, so it was likely that Sen would have no trouble catching up with her... unless, of course, the other was a plains wolf. That was something no one could really tell from mere appearances.

As she pounded down the long rubble pile, Saena's tongue flapped in the wind at the left side of her jaws and her ears pinned themselves back as sheer joy overtook her.