Dawnlark Plains Madly

She saw Redd careening toward her out of the corner of her eye but didn’t turn her head. Masque was staring determinedly at the mare’s hindquarters, trying her damnedest to catch up even if there was no hope of felling such a beast. She did glance sideways when she heard her sister’s paws pounding up beside her. Actually, she directed a wolfish smile Redd’s way, tongue flopping from her mouth so freely that the wind carried a long string of drool toward her unfortunate sibling.

Facing forward again, Masque decided to pour her energy into a final burst of speed. She didn’t have to pace herself; they weren’t going to pursue these horses over a long range. Her feet flew over the ground, kicking up dirt and snow as Masque slowly closed the gap. She could feel her heart slamming against her ribs, faster even than her paws thrummed against the earth. They may as well have been wings; she felt like she was flying! She wasn’t sure she’d ever run so fast in her life. It was absolutely exhilarating.