Honeyed Pasture Take every chance you dare

Hush slowed to a trot as the sand grew wet beneath his paws. He did not stop until the water reached his ankles, and the hybrid basked in the cold salty waters. A triumphant - though yet again rattling - bark exited his lips as he tossed his head and reared on his hind legs like a stallion. He walked through the water, sloshing the bitter liquid into his pelt to cool him down after such a burst of energy, though he quickly jumped out onto the sand as he began to feel the water's frozen bite.

His pale eyes rested on his running companion, filled with that slight bit of arrogance a winner always got, but commending the younger pureblood on his own performance. His tail wagged enthusiastically, a doggy smile on his face. Words did not need to be said, even if he had the ability to. He was happy and glad he had gotten such a warm welcome in the midst of this frozen season.