Nova Peak Black Dragon

The girl is quick on his heels. They race and chase—nothing but two blurs. There was no doubt she would make for a prime hunter.

She cuts him off then, it takes all his effort to come to a harsh stop. 

But now, the tables turn. She pivots and speeds away, leaving him, the new chaser, in the dust.

Without wasting another moment he pursues with a bark, though lagging behind; no match for Sunset’s speed.