Hoshor Plains keep knocking, nobody's home

Does this work?

She was insistent in her new name. Forget the learning curve where he'd only learned of it five minutes ago. It appeared that even with a new name, she was still very much the same wolf. He lived by the idea that leopards didn't change their spots. She confirmed as much. She might be growing within the slopes of that mountain, but he was still leery of her. He doubted very much she was as sweet as the flowery name she now wore. "Zaria. I'll try to remember next time."

He shifted on his paws as they spoke of an activity they'd shared in the past. Running. Easy to speak of. Easy to do. One hell of a strain on the lungs. When she challenged him, his muzzle slipped into something of a smirk. She was likely right. Her nimble and quick form would allow her to out race him any day. At the same time, he was strong. Climbing up and down his difficult to navigate slopes had put more lean muscle onto his frame. He had the strength. He had the endurance. It gave him a different kind of edge.

"We'll see," he said, making something of a promise of it before loosened up his limbs a bit and took off running.