Honeyed Pasture Take every chance you dare

The wolf slowed his pace, stopping in front of the smaller coywolfdog. Hush could see the other's eyes resting on his slight frame, but the eyes quickly danced away as the wolf pranced, inviting him to a race. Hush's face was split in two by his bright smile. It was an unexpected request, but he relished in the challenge. He joined in with the howl - his own bay slightly garbled but still filled with the same excitement as the younger. He leapt from his spot and dashed after the wolf.

He too was saving his own energy. Like the other he was exhausted, but he was drained by hunger and the cold rather than overexertion. Had this been summer, and he wellfed, he would have given this pup a run for his (metaphorical) money. But the pleasure he felt in experience such unbridled joy would have been the same regardless of the season. It reminded him of his days with his sister, when it would just be the two of them, silently against the world.

Hush kept in pace with the wolf, his pale eyes fixated on the growing span of blue which he had recently marveled at - the sea. Determined, he pushed himself just a bit more without killing himself, focused on passing this friendly stranger.