jog my memory

Mortis wheezed as he came to a stop in front of her, sagging for a moment then collapsing on his butt. Breathing heavily. He had seen himself start to fall behind. He had pushed himself hard that last stretch, and it had done nothing to close the gap that had opened between them. "Shit" he wheezed, still trying to catch his breath. He wasn't much of a wolf to swear, but good grief.

"Either I'm more out of shape for running then I thought, or you've gotten speedier." He said, eyeing her accusingly. He was still in great shape when it came to fighting, but he was developing more of a wrestling style like his father. Brute strength and size, running and speed not required. He flicked fur out of his eyes, and let his wings sag to the ground beside him. "I'm going for a swim to cool off" he gently kicked sand at her toes, and pulling himself to his paws with a groan.