Dragoncrest Cliffs It's over when it's over

Artaax didn't expect that it would take his sister long to join him. Temperamental as she was, she did always seem up for an adventure. He did not anticipate her proposal of turning it into a race, however. He'd just barely glanced at her to his side after she'd bumped against him before she was off in a flash of red. Artaax hesitated briefly, blinking in surprise for about half a second before darting forward as quickly as his ruddy white paws could carry him.

By the time they reached the sands of the shoreline, Artaax wasn't paying much attention to who had won and who hadn't. The running felt good in itself - good enough that it had distracted him from thoughts of winning or losing. There was something very liberating in running. It was the same sense of freedom he got from hunting. He focused his entire self on it, and everything else just... fell away. In that short spanse of time, his mom was not injured, nomi wasn't away with her, he hadn't taken the life of anyone. There was nothing but the hunt, nothing but the run. And it felt wonderful.

Plus, he'd managed a few solid nips at Blixen's haunch and shoulder as they went. That was always pretty gratifying.

And that's why it was just so great that one flowed right into the other the way that it did. His paws smooshed into sand as he leaped from the final crags, sending sprays of wet earth in little waves behind him. He looked around for Blixen with laughter in his dual-toned eyes, stopping suddenly as he spotted instead a large gathering of seagulls further down the shore. He dropped into a prowling stance almost instantly, eyes wide and focused on his prey. He'd intended for chasing them to be mostly just for fun, but with so many gathered, it wouldn't be all too difficult to actually pick one off, if they handled this appropriately.