Blacktail Deer Plateau Chase the wind and touch the sky

she agreed, and he laughed to himself. they surged against one another again; he slid back but put his full weight into a return shove, catching her ear in a gentle nip as she leapt around him. a plains wolf Pearl might have been, but Cas was lanky and hale, a traveler; he had spent countless days exploring the world around him, and quickly, and often raced against himself in the twilit hours. they were evenly matched, from an outsider's perspective.

"how about we go on three?" he suggested, shaking water from his coat and sidling alongside the pale wolfess. "one ... two ... three!" hindquarters bunched powerfully beneath his dark fur, propelling him forward as his rangy forelegs outstretched to meet the soft earth. the pair had set no rule, no rhyme, no reason for their race -- as far as the boy was concerned, it was 'run until you can't any more.'