Settling In

Walk | Talk | Think

Though Varda had a head start, she did not immediately take advantage of it. Even at his easy pace, the white wolf realized fairly quickly that he was gaining ground on her, slowly catching up with each stride that he made. It had not originally been his intention to fully give in to the game of chase, only to follow at the very least, but seeing the distance between them shrinking incited a rare and small sense of competitiveness inside of him. If he could just go a little bit faster, he might actually reach her before she realized he was catching up. Spurred by those thoughts, Miksa stretched his gait just a bit wider, hoping to cover more ground.

It was poorly timed. The typically poised female ahead of him chanced a look his way almost as soon as he started to make progress, and noticing the difference she wasted no time in putting more speed to her stride. Miksa felt his chances of success begin to dwindle again, and his competitive edge with it. It was only a game, after all. The fact she had thought to initiate it with him at all was startlingly fun, and he still had every intention of keeping up at the very least, which he was able to do.

As the lake came within sight and their course ran right toward it, the dirt-stained wolf began to slow and stop. His friend, however, had very different ideas. His brows rose over bright eyes as Varda raced and all but leaped into the water of the lake, landing in the shallows with a very impressive splash. Surprised and greatly amused, Miksa laughed outright with a few sweeping waves of his tail. The thrill of the whole race had his heart beating faster in his chest, and an unfamiliar giddiness had him within its grasp. "I think you win," he remarked, chuckling softly as he strolled much more calmly to the water's edge and began to wade in himself to wet his dirtied forelegs.

MIKSA