Its A Perfect Dark Here (MATURE)

"I have never had pheasant. I will like to try it. I'll taste pheasant and victory." Autumn grinned back. "Okay, from here to that beach shrub over there." A far ways away was a green speck that was one of those little grassy things in the sand. "Ready? Set? Go!" Autumn shouted as she sped off. She was short, but her legs could carry her far through leaping as well as running. Her legs threw up the grains of said, messing up the patterns waves made in the sand. She had no time to check where Ypres was, only feel the rush of wind in her face. She imagined her when she was a pup: racing around the short but wide mountain. Vulpus ran beside her and instead of throwing up sand her paws threw pebbles and stones. Vulpus and Autumn were pace for pace. Where Ypres was, she didn't know.

sorry for deciding some of the race, I'm not sure how we decide who will win.