Wild Berry Meadow You givin’ up your faith for some fun

banshee feels on top of the world.  he may only be one or two tail lengths' away, but she's in the lead, and that's all she cares about.  if she had fists she'd be pumping them both up in the air in triumph right now.  she only slows when it's clear he's finished with their chase.  the coywolf watches with interest as he tries to catch his breath.  she's breathing hard, too, but it's much more controlled.  she's always been built for running.

"what's your game?" she demands impatiently, her tail still arced over her back while her scruff remains puffed up.