Racing a Race

Jynn's large ears pivoted, picking up the sounds of the world around her, in particular of something moving toward her. A challenger? Out from the brush popped a pup, one of the most brilliantly colored pups she'd ever seen in her life. She listened as the girl called out an unfamiliar greeting but soon followed up about Jynn's call.

Jynn grinned tail wagging. "Oh, no, I don't need help. I just have a lot of energy and want to race, you see there's a good patch right up along the side of the falls. Would you be interested in a little race? My name's Jynn." It probably would've been wish to consider whether or not the pup had family nearby but Jynn was fairly used to getting away with her unthreatening looks. A distorted fox on stilts was rarely the nightmare predator most parents dreamt about.