Faster yet

Alarik admitted that Ashmedai wasn't wrong. Of course he wasn't, the goal of the race was to win, right? The large brute had started to pull ahead. He was getting pretty tired, but he wasn't done just yet. His breathing was hard, but his heart beat harder. A part of him wished the race was over while another part wished he could go on running forever.

Alarik said he might know a way to end the race and Ashmedai shot him a glance just in time to see the smaller wolf ebbing over into his space. Oh so they were gonna play like that? Ashmedai threw his weight toward Alarik, "Best wipeout wins!"