GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Well Cesar was certainly fast! Hárekr quickly regained his feet and raced after the other, ignoring the thorns that tore at his fur. His long strong legs enabled him to catch up quickly to the other male but the race would be tight and he knew it. All the same though this was fun! It'd been awhile since he'd let himself bolt with such abandon. They raced long and hard but in the end it was the smaller man that would be victorious. Hárekr would slide across the finish line a few moments before Cesar. Panting Hárekr would come to a stop before the massive lake. Háre chuckled. "Alright, alright, Cesar wins!" He stretched before padding over to the lake and taking a deep, soothing drink of the water. He guzzled the liquid down greedily as Cesar asked him what they'd do next. He was some what tempted to suggest swimming but it seemed Cesar wasn't to fond of water. Hmmmmm…. what next what next?
"How about we hunt some muskrats! Or if there are any hibernating critters we can dig 'em up. I don't know what do you like to do for fun?"
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
