Honeyed Pasture Take every chance you dare

Hush never expected the wolf to simply play fair. No one did when they were having this much fun. The exhilaration and the thought of winning this race was too much to keep a wolf (or hybrid) within the boundaries of rules and honor. He was an honorable wolf, but only when lives were on the line.

The wolf attempted a nudge. Hush noticed it and moved away from the playful wolf, a soft yip coming from his mouth. The mute never changed his stride, but waited for the right moment when the sea was this close. It was a tactic of his that always worked when he hunted - keeping up with your prey at a steady pace, closing in slowly, and then laying on the speed and ferocity at the last minute. It always worked, and he was sure it would work in this race. The boy would never see it coming.