Redhawk Caldera Recharge

Wow, sorry, I totally missed that it was my turn! I didn't want to do too many actions in one post, so I wrote up to the start of the race only, feel free to PP Sora in your posts!

While they did a quick walkthrough of the course, Sora listened, but tried to keep her attention anywhere but Teya's beau. That was easy once Jay started slobbering on her. If she gave him half a chance, she would like Bronco well enough, his light-hearted teasing, his careful consideration for others; the problem was that her inclusion in his relationship with Teya had come far too late for Sora to think of him as anything but a replacement for her dad, so she disliked him on principle.

It was bitch eating crackers syndrome, so rather than finding his hint to shove the boys on the obstacle course helpful, she decided it was belittling. Did he think she was some kind of wuss who didn't know how to get her paws dirty and knock elbows with the best of them? Well, to be fair, he couldn't possibly know much about her at all. Sora didn't give him a chance to learn.

She ducked under the log and seized the opportunity to snicker in Aiden's ear on the way when he was singled out next. It's 'cause you're so buff, she teased him. Trees don't stand a chance.

She looked out across the meadow, identifying the boulder they were to reach, then scanned the forest where Bronco wanted them to hop from rock to rock without touching the ground. She felt most confident about that part. For a girl who had almost drowned as a pup, she spent an awful lot of time on river rocks, and for someone with little self-confidence, she sure was confident about her balance. The boys were bigger, with bigger paws, and surely clumsier than she. This would be a piece of elk steak.

All she had to do was get here and she'd win, easy.

When told to line up, Sora dipped into a sleek bow, flexing her forepaws on the ground and giving one hind leg a quick shake as though to ward off pins and needles. Her tongue swept over her lips. It was easy to forget this was Bronco's game and she wasn't supposed to show any kind of joy around Bronco when anticipation and natural competitiveness began mounting.

Go!

Sorana sprang forward at a dead gallop, eyes locked on the tree ahead. Get an early lead. That was the way. She didn't think about how quickly it would tire her out to do so, or how much dizzier she would get going that fast.