Askell vs Ulfr [Yearling Party Race]

Áskell hadn't really done much racing. He thought he was reasonably fast but in all likely hood he was just average. After another cup of ale he swaggered on down to the sand where the races starting line was and decided he'd just give it his best try. Still, in his head flashed visions of victory. How cool would it be if he actually won the races? Trying not to get to ahead of himself Áskell opted to focus on the race at hand. He rolled his shoulders and shook out his paws in preparation then readied himself. Glancing over to his opponent to make sure the other boy was ready to roll. Áskell didn't want to win on a technicality.