Pumped up kicks

Kali had taken a nice, long rest after her spars, utilising Abigor to knead her sore muscles to try and loosen them up. She drank cool water from her water bladder and munched on dried meats, restoring her energy. Then, with a light groan, she rose to her dainty paws and stretched, a yawn gaping her jaws. She looked around, her bi-colored gaze scanning the landscape in search of a reasonable end-point for her next foray: a race. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen a race take place on the bloody battlefield plains, but she supposed there was a first time for everything. The girl once again tilted her head back, this time calling for a companion to join her in a race.