Faster yet

Alarik was thinking something very similar to Ashmedai. He was surprised how quickly and easily the two of them clicked. Already they seemed to have plenty in common. Maybe they would end up being friends? He smirked in an almost rueful way at the comment, after all he was much lighter in coloring than Ashmedai was. It must be a pain in the tail to be dark grey or black and have the blasted sun scorching you like that. He nearly winced at the thought. Oh, he was not looking forward to summer. He'd probably just end up spending it in the northern region like last year.

Presently, the two males were lining up to race once another. Alarik began the countdown, and Ashmedai finished it. He barked go and the two of them were off like bullets from a gun. Both were strong, but Alarik was considerably more agile. After all, Ash was a good six inches taller than him, and more bulky too. Alarik lowered his head, as if that would make him more streamlined, and pushed his legs as fast as they could go to carry him through the snow. He almost wanted to laugh, because this was just so fun. But he concentrated on winning the race, and soon he felt himself pulling ahead of the other male. After all, smaller usually meant faster. And boy, was it strange to be the small one for once!