We move like cagey tigers

The little slender woman was built for speed. She easily dodged the heavy swipe and braced into the shoulder check, even using Deluge's momentum into the shoulder to boost her forward!

Swift matchstick thin legs drove Morwenna over the wet ground toward the root, She rounded the arch with a planted three-paw drift through it and over the slick surface then dashed onward turning on a dime.

She bent low to the ground on the straightaway and she drifted to a stop at the finish with a flourish. Panting hard she beamed as she won the race against Deluge despite her mild fatigue.

"You foxy rascal!" She exclaimed coyly, wagging her damp tail, the fur falling in long strands, "I wonder what we'll tell your mother." She gave Deluge an alluring wink and picked up her herbal satchel, ready for Deluge to take the lead. One day she'd like to get a proper satchel she wouldn't have to carry in her mouth.