WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!

Splash! Droplets of cool water were sent flying, splashing everything in the surrounding area, ripples frightening any fish away. The object causing the splash was already racing away, water flying behind her as her soaked pelt shook with her swift, precise movements. Note was running again, her eyes bright, lids squinting in both concentration and determination. Already she'd run herself hard that day. Bits of her fur were missing in various places, both torn away by clawing branches and ripped off with skin when she slid across the ground. But none of that mattered - not at the moment. Later on, when she was ready to curl her sore body in her bed and sleep the day away, she would obsessively lick her white fur until it shone, and she would definitely see Ludicael's healer some time to patch up the abrasions she had caused herself. But now, Note's mind wasn't on her appearance.

Which was probably a good thing. Mud and other debris matted in her fur, and, if the Destruction female paused long enough to ponder it, she would have assumed that she looked like a careless, homeless rogue. Still, Note ran. She leaped down the stairstep-like landscape, managing to catch enough air to spin herself around, landing on her hind paws. She didn't miss a beat, immediately forcing her lithe frame forward again. Lungs screamed at her, muscles worked in overtime, but Note felt no pain, just the joyous rush of running, the wind flying through her matted coat, singing into her ears.

Act. "Speak." Think.