Otatso Wetlands [m] dans cho

A wreckless sport!

He had been reprimanded in his youth for foolhardy sports- for risking injury for the sake of amusement. Now, though, he saw that practice become a skill- something that seemed to be gaining him some ground until suddenly, the rust woman halted, head lifting as if she had suddenly been pulled back by an invisible tether. He waved his tail in circles as if to act as a rudder as he swiftly steered himself around, panicking for a moment as if her absence had stolen his breath. 

And there she was again- though he remained breathless still, captivated by the woman who had finally given him a proper run. His grin was wide as he trotted back toward her, slowing to a halt as she moved in an arc around him. He pivoted so he might watch her, matching her gaze hungrily. 

He began to sidepass, a practiced, nimble move that he hoped might cut her off, and bring them closer together.