Beat like a heart thats painted in gold

They raced together, and this time his presence was known to them. When he realized how his larger stride overtook the yearling, he slowed. He wanted to win, but not by yards. With a woop of delight, he stretched his wings out fully. Letting them snap against the wind and pull at him. It slowed his pace considerably, but he was having too much fun to care. When they hit the beach, he was in the lead, but only just.

Panting lightly, he pulled to a slow, and then a stop. The sand shifting familiarly beneath his paws. He had been raised beside the ocean. The elder wolf joined them, and walked casually into the water. She gave a warning about the dangers, but he wondered if she perhaps had a peculiar type of humor. He had never been warned away from the waves, and he had swum through deep water to get here. He had no fear. He stepped boldy out into the shallow water, repeating that to himself nervously.

Any worries qyickly evaporated as Sig gave him advice. He pulled himself into a hunter crouch, casting as little shadow as possible over the water. Patience was a hard learnt lesson to him, and he was as tight as a bowstring as he crouched there, waiting.