Go the Distance

Wylan knew every inch of the territory, and despite the shouted instructions he still held an unfair advantage. Sens lighter form had easier time gliding over the snowy trail, but the moment they hit the market wylan got the lead.

He dove under a tall table, zipping around another. He knew were every stall in the market was and he didn't need to slow. A guard shouted out his name in anger, and he pulled an ‘oops’ face before he was skidding out the other side.

Racing out of the mountains and onto the beach. His paws hit the sand first. “I win!” He yelled, turning back to his friend.