Over the River and Through the Woods

It had been quite the hike from Fenmyre all the way over to the festival but it was more than worth it.  Truth was, Kione enjoyed running across the land anyway, this had just given him a reason to go somewhere.  The food had been wonderful, the drinking a lot of fun and the headache he’d woken up with seemed to be fading.

Now he looked to the others in the line with him, grinning at how well the blue pup had turned out.  He’d grown, now taller than Kione was.  Kione gave a charming smile to the purple lady and a win to young Ricin.  The painted-wolf listened to the instructions, then focused on the track. “Luck to ya also Ricin, and to you luv.”

The moment the word ‘three’ was voiced Kione was off as if released from a rubber band.  The wild dog’s long-legged gait seemed almost as much leaping as running.  His eyes kept focused at the path ahead but those keen ears were listening for the slightest hint of his competition closing in or a moving obstacle ahead.  Kione would let nothing slow him down nor distract him!


"Kione"