Honeyed Pasture Take every chance you dare

Dammnit. The rusty male spotted his attempt and moved aside, his rump avoiding the playful tag. Mason did manage to pull up some distance, however, and now they apperared to be on relatively even playing field. The ground began to change underpaw, becoming spongy and springy. The snow was sparser here, as the sea appeared to give off a lot of wind. Mason could feel it blasting in at his fur, but he was moving so fast he was combating the cold.

The sea was in sight. Mason let out a giddy and excited bark, and spurred himself onwards. He wasn’t sure whether he intended to run right to the edge and stop, or throw himself into the waters that were free of ice, but surely just as cold. Little did he know about Hush’s plan, and in his happiness Mason didn’t notice the other boy pushing ahead until it was too late. Hush was going to win, but Mason was happy to come in a clear second; he had never been a sore loser.