Dragoncrest Cliffs this guy plays football, but i once won the whole superbowl by myself

A spontaneous game of tag had sprung from Stingray. He barked out who was tagged “it” and then raced off, kicking up earth behind him.

Swordfish watched with a heavy-lidded stare and a slouched figure. The girl didn’t hesitate for a moment. She sprung after the golden racer and didn’t look back. Damn his brother, sometimes. The young wolf huffed a sigh and began to trot after them. Swordfish planned to catch up whenever he got there. They could run ahead.