Lost Creek Hollow you have some like this in your own vault

ah, their third left off the hunt, and the bearking relaxed. "we could find another diversion," he suggested, grinning at the pair of them as he pressed onward. the landscape was sloping now into a flatter green, and here the ursus wolf relaxed for a moment. "what about a race, tambo?" he suggested. 
vesta was strongly built but he had seen the red-nape spar and hunt. she would be a formidable opponent. "if you accept, what should our prize be?" merrick, sparkling and athrum with a giddy sort of energy.