Overture Downs seekers wish

What is there for me to be insecure about? The winterwolf had countered, his mien somehow both coltish and serious.

Though made in jest, it was true that his vanity remained ever fatal. He was well aware of his ability to attract, to repel, to love and destroy. And since stepping out on his own, he was now more sure of himself, of his own heart and desires and capabilities, than he was likely to ever be.

And here was the Saatsine priestess, accepting his offer to rollick.

Her nature was more dignified, however, shifting their dance more towards challenge than mild sport. And Wake, more of a competitor than he let on, was glad to oblige.

Quick as a jackrabbit, the snowrunner lurched out of her reach and into a gallop across the open air. His power and speed were explosive, able to keep away from the chaser with glancing dodges and playful swerves.

But Suilya was a lifelong deerchaser; she could outwind him every day, every hour, every time. His meteoric strength would wane long before her endurance would ebb, and knowing this, Wake sought to make her capture of him imminent, so that he may turn the tables and chase her instead.