kick the tires

Sunder stopped at the border of the prairie and looked in with keen eyes. Now there was a place made for running! It was nothing but straight lines and snow cowed grasses as far as the eye could see. He would be remiss if he didn’t try to capitalize on such a perfect track.

Pleased as punch over such an opportunity, Sunder threw back his head and issued a racing challenge to any critter interested. He then plopped his little leather clad behind down in the snow to wait. All the while his expression was keen and ready. No matter how long he had to wait he would remain the picture of enthusiasm; as bright eyed and bushy tailed as a hairless critter could be.