gotta get that wag back

Kali had ventured much farther up north than she’d been before, and honestly she couldn’t say she was enjoying it. It was freaking cold. Well, maybe not full blown winter cold, but the girl was used to the warmth that the volcano radiated down to Habari at the base, leaving warm drafts that lifted her spirits with each pawstep. She’d even made the admittedly stupid mistake of swimming across to the island she’d seen across the shore, her annoying curiosity getting the better of her. Besides, Habari was a spy pack, after all. Maybe some pack had set up shop there, making for an interesting bit of information to pass along to her mother. She’d officially been promoted to Cherubim, the heir to her pack, and she refused to back down. Her siblings didn’t like it, she knew, so she’d just have to show them, perhaps even stick their big, fat noses in it.

She paused on the beach, her auds perking as she heard the call go into the air. She knew that voice, she’d raced them before. She set off at a trot, rounding a bend to, sure enough, find the odd, hairless dog calling for a challenger to a race. “Never thought I’d see you again. Where are we racing to this time?” she called as she settled next to him, a smirk on her lips. She’d kicked his butt the last time, maybe she’d do it again.