Pumped up kicks

A race? Kione’s overly large ears flicked in the direction of the call.  Wolves had races huh?  Kione turned from the direction he’d been jogging.  Kione’s was roaming one end of ardent to another searching for his own kind.  He’d certainly burned a good amount of energy this day already but no harm in testing a wolf to a race.  Kione was fast, it was a fact not just a boast so perhaps being tired wouldn’t stop him from winning.  

Showing up the painted dog with its crazy orange white and black marking, large ears, and short coat showed up to consider the wolf.  He’d guess she was still young, and only a hair’s breadth larger than him.  “Hello luv,” the dog greeted with a slight accent. “Names Kione.  Looking for a little sprint or will this be a long run?”  Tired or not Kione was up for whatever the wolf was challenging, sounded like a fun time.

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