Racing a Race

Jynn had decided to hang around the falls for awhile. Some days she'd explore, other days she'd spend the entire day out fishing. Today she was looking for an opponent for a race. She'd found a wonderful trail from the base to the top of the falls and was itching to find someone who would run that race with her. Her companions had both bowed out. Conveniently using 'hunting' as an excuse though she was almost certain that Tahmores had slunk off somewhere for a nap. Honestly Sævor probably had to. Tipping back her head she called out in the typical roar-bark of her kind, hoping to attract someone interested in running a race.