Freedom Fighters

Wind whipped through tri-colored fur as Iolaire unleashed her speed upon the world. She cast her gaze to the side and couldn't help but smirk as Sirius caught up with her. Each of his strides was equal to a million of her own, it seemed. He called out to her, indicating their destination and she gave a nod, altering her course slightly.

After a time, the little woman's legs began to burn. She got a cramp in her side and winced, her pace slowing. A blue tongue lolled as she came to a gradual stop. "Gods... I'm too pretty to run..." She wheezed dramatically, ears flattened. In actuality, running was good for her. She was already obscenely slim, but it was nice to keep herself toned.

The shadow of Marshal brought the dame's gold and green gaze to the sky, pupils narrowing. He made travel look so easy. Let him try to run some time. Hop hop hop was all that birds could do on the ground. Most of them, anyway. Io's haunches folded and she found her seat, still panting lightly from the physical exertion. Sirius would either stop with her or she would catch up to him. For now, she had to sit until the cramp in her side subsided. She felt like an old woman.