Hoshor Plains Quicker than falling asleep.

Spica just kept running running running, trying to outrun her pack mate and get away with the prize. It wasn't entirely about the food or even practising her hunting (or scavenging, rather, in this case). It was a matter of pride, this thing, and she wouldn't give it up so easily. Even when she could nearly feel his breath in her neck and he was nipping at her ankles and side, Spica just kept running. He laughed, and though Spica hadn't consciously realised that she was tense about anything it made her feel a bit calmer to know her pack mate was in good spirits despite being bested.

Yet even though it was clear that she was going to be overtaken and stopped Spica just kept running as fast as she could, determined to get away with this. Come on, Spic, she encouraged herself under her breath, and she tried to push on, even though it was very likely her pack mate would do something to take away her prize soon.