Mud Run

Oh good, she didn't mess this friendly conversation up as badly as she thought she did. Her tail sweeps behind her in a gentile wag as he takes up her offer to race.

He lays out the stakes, and she crinkles her eyes in return at him, who knows, maybe she'll win again? Might give him a peck on the cheek at least if she wins.

She knew he'd be sneaky, so she kept her eye on him when he pointed to the tree at the ravine and her paws were already halfway to go for it when he marked GO and took off.

With a giggle she went to lope beside him, her tiny slender frame literally built for outrunning wolves both in speed and endurance. She gently nipped his shoulder then curled her spine and flung her legs behind her as she sailed over the marshlike terrain, pulling ahead of him and away from him. Her slender head against the wind, her ears curled behind her head and her long sweeping tail gave her the balance she needed to run flat out. She couldn't lose this unless she tripped! Right?