Broken Antler Fen We cannot alter our fate, but we can rise to meet it.

It turned out that both sisters had a hindrance that made the race fair. Maia could not run full speed due to healing injuries, Wraen on the other hand, sensed that her breathing soon grew laboured and she was forced to stop and wheeze just the moment, when the other sibling slipped and fell down. She turned to look over her shoulder, assessed the situation quickly, jumped to her feet and, while still breathing heavily, ambled back to, where her pursuer had been struck down. 

"No, ice-dragons - huh? But, what about very hot summer days. Some ice and snow would do good," she asked, plopping down right next to Maia, glad that the chase was over. Man, it sucked to be sick, it was even worse to think that with her advancing age these minor incapabilities would only grow bigger. Until one day she would be hardly able to move and become a pathetic grumpy mess. Struck by a sudden idea, she leaned down to plough the snow with her muzzle in her sister's general direction. "What do you say - you stay, where you are and I make a snow-wolf out of you?" she asked. "You could scare someone in believing snow beasts, by just springing up from your hideout and lunging at them with a loud roar," all these silly ideas and Wraen was not ashamed of any of them.