Honeyed Pasture Chasing the wind

He was glad to see some semblance of familiar territory as they camped near the mountain. A wide expanse of grassland was nestled in the mountains' shadow, perfect running space for the Dotharan.

As soon as he had the chance, Zoratto burst into a run, leaving @Alastor and the tag along @Vixen in his dust. The Dotharan laughed, his long limbs tearing up the dirt underneath his blunt claws, moving like a fish through the grass sea. He ran in circles, cutting sharp corners and wheeling around quickly as a Dotharan scout was born and bred to do, finally skidding to a halt, his taut chest heaving, smirking at his two companions.