Redhawk Caldera And a voice, with the fear of a child, answers.

Reyes was a fine example of a coastal wolf: thin and trim where it counted, cloaked with a thicker pelt than most of the type; he was strong despite how he looked, and young. He thought he would win this race wherever it took him. By comparison Towhee was older and they knew the terrain intimately, giving them some advantage.

Once Reyes turned he thought he'd earn some distance but Towhee pushed off and soon was sliding up beside him, soon enough running in tandem. He couldn't help but gasp for some air and began to pant. The flat earth became rocky and between the gaps of uneven terrain sat some black ice partially covered by snow.

His hind limbs started to go out from under him then. He was surprised but tried to adjust himself, slowing and twisting, stumbling a few times, then finding purchase on a patch of snow that allowed him to raise up above the ice long enough to reach for another stride. 

He turned again and looked back over his shoulder, grinning with his tongue out, only to step down on another patch of ice and go down instantly.