Emberflame Ridge At night he becomes a bartender

At her jaws snapping the air in front of his chest, Haizel gave a quiet chuckle and quickened his pace. His heart wanted to let her win, knowing that if he lengthened his stride, he'd overtake or even lose the little wolf growing angry at him. 

After all, her legs were shorter than his, and it wouldn't be fair to her if he raced with the same fury. He'd win easily. What to do, what to do?

Well, if she... wanted to race that hard - he was losing her at this pace - should he... run? Just for a moment?

Hey, Little Wolf, where are you going? he chuckled, decided to drop the easier pace and pushed off with his own paws to a faster gait, slowing down just enough to bump her head with his snout. Tag, you're it! and bolted to quite a fast trot. 

Just... barely under a full run. 

Maybe that would make her happy?