thinking about mac and cheese for dinner

Fortune favored him that night. The blue and red predator that watched him seemed as equally curious about him as he had been about it. Their gazes sizing one another up before a question, no, an invitation. Amusement filled the stallion as he quirked a brow. “Faster than a good number of predators who’ve tried to eat me, at least.” His lips pulled into a smile, ears swiveled toward the wolf-like creature. “I haven’t had too many races otherwise, though it can be enjoyable to run.” With a flick of his head, he nodded over his shoulder down the shoreline. “Name your land marker. We can see who gets there first.” He turned so that he was facing the same way as the stranger. If it was a race he wanted, it would be a race he’d get.