Otatso Wetlands [m] dans cho

While his appearance brought him little pride, his speed was certainly something he could flex. He careened down the path at her heels, turning sharply and lengthening his gait to make up the speed it required for him to follow along on the outside. He checked and swerved with her, on the inside when she moved that way next. Within him was the ability to shift like a cloud on the wind; to bend and move with flocks of sheep, herd them with a sharp gaze and nips. For her, though, only the cheshire grin that persisted as she tested him. 

She rocketed forward with the sparrow diving into her wake like a hawk diving through the air. At the glint of an emerald side-eye, he felt teased- and merrily, he put on a burst of speed though the cold air caused his lungs to ache. He drew alongside her, so that she might see him rise to her challenge. He would have laughed, if he could- filled with such joy, but the rhythm of his stride worked his lungs into a percussive pant. 

Instead, he grinned- and attempted to pass.