Silver Creek Silver Waters

As he had prepared to reach forward and give her tail a few tugs, she suddenly swevered. Big as he was, he wasn't able to make such tight turns. He skid and splashed to regain his chase, finally resuming his path after her. He'd noticed that they were heading deeper and deeper into Silver Creek and was grateful she had noticed as well. He'd hate to have to call the game short to relocate, and he followed her eagerly back to the safe side of the borders. As he raced to catch her again he responded, finally to her previous sentence. "Ah, so you've found my weakness then. A pretty face and sweet words. Or perhaps I merely let you think you have the power? How could you know?" His words were snatched by the wind, but he thought she had heard him.

As it was, he knew nothing of the shortage of males within the Creek. Well, almost nothing. So far he'd met an abundance of females and only one male. Casmir had smelled of a female at that, so it was likely he was taken. He could guess that the pack was numbered in his favor, but he didn't know for sure. Had he known, he'd quite have liked the demand. As they raced he felt his fur sending water scattering behind them. Amber herself left a trail of glitter as she flew, glitter that soon began to strike his eyes as he gained on her again. Had he known the land better he'd have tried to trick her, but he still knew only a limited amount.

He was close again now and rather than waste his time trying to instill a sense of panic as he had before, he readied himself to leap. He was aiming to gently snag her tail, perhaps to bump her hip with his head. Anything to say that he had caught her. He leapt forward, stretching his muzzle with determination...