Go the Distance

Wylan obviously knew the market incredibly well, and zipped through the tables and stalls without any problem. Seneca, though, had issues navigating, and soon Wyl was just glances through the tables. He eventually heard him declare himself the winner, and Seneca caught up to him ten seconds later. He skidded to a stop in the sand, panting heavily as he looked up to Wylan.

"Yeah... You win," he managed between pants. He didn't like losing, but he chalked it up to Wylan knowing the area better. "Just wait! I want a rematch!" Sen stood to his back legs so he could push his front paws on Wyl's shoulder. "Let's see about those fishin' huts?"