Faster yet

They continued to race, two large grey forms plowing their way through the snow. The cold made it even more thrilling, adding to the adrenaline pumping through their veins. Alarik had his jaws parted and his tongue partially hanging out as he panted, laughing as Ashmedai pointed out something that should have been obvious. They'd never said where the race was supposed to end. And as Alarik looked around, he didn't see anything that could be an end mark. What should they do?

Ashmedai was smiling when he asked if this would turn out to be a stamina race, and Alarik laughed a bit breathlessly. "Yeah, right," he said. "You mean so you can win?"