Jealousy's a bad invention

He saw his brother's grin, and he knew he'd gotten Vadim's attention; none of his siblings could resist a challenge, and that included himself. Bending his elbows and knees, his tail swished in anticipation. If Vadim was going to accept his challenge to a race, he was going to deliver. As he readied himself to run hard and fast, his brother would take on the invitation with little warning, merely crouching to the ground before taking off in a flash. Surprised but not daunted, Ramsay dashed forward, chasing down his brother's heavier frame. His own paws, still too large, galloped along unevenly. He wasn't quite sure if he could do this, his body still uncoordinated, but he didn't want to lose now that he'd offered the challenge.

As he raced along, pushing his awkward legs to work a little harder over the bumpy, rocky surface, he found himself quickly gaining on his brother. Chuckling to himself as he saw Vadim struggling somewhat, Ramsay but on a burst of speed, trying to overtake his brother. Knowing he was going to speed past his brother any moment, he came up behind the brute and tried to nip at his tail - and just at that moment, his big, clumsy paws would stumble over an unexpected, shiny rock, causing him to go tumbling. No! NO! I [i/]have[i] to win this! he thought as his ribs hit the hard rock surface. Although Vadim may not have been a runner by nature, Ramsay's overconfident self had put himself behind.

Rolling himself over, he forced himself to his paws again and kept running. He was not a quitter, even when he knew he was beat! Even if he was going to lose the race, he was not going to make himself look like a loser.