Shy Deer Steppes i'm walking, i'm a southern stream

and he does. letting her win on purpose is the whole point of the race.

yeah, yeah, i'll beat ya this time, love, he lumbers, trotting on after her, occasionally speeding up so it may seem that he'll win, but ultimately slowing so that it'll be her.

a warm affection clouds his gaze every step of the way.

he is only glad to be with her again.

fade ;;