Mud Run

The nip to his shoulder has him grumbling in response. A bit cocky, wasn't she? Watching her take off a few strides ahead of him, he hangs back for a moment. Admiring the way her lithe form runs through the forested area. Birds scatter to the sky in their wake, fearing their lives as two wolves run beneath their canopy.

As the tree nears, Scald kicks it up a notch. Moving forward with a reserved burst of speed, he reaches out to nip at her thigh before careening away to make some more distance between them. While she was bred to run, his lanky body and long legs were a good fit for running as well. His smirk widens, eyes focusing on the tree as they gain distance, closing in on it. Who would win?

RAISE A LIL' HELL