She'd found the prize and was eager to have it once again. It would be hers, not a shred of doubt threatened her. If the contest was based on determination alone, she'd win hands down. Oh, but she hoped the others put up a good fight. If she had to chew on a few ears and yank a few tails, so be it.
Crouching so low her belly drug the ground, Warja fixed a predatory gaze on her father as he backed away (good idea) from the trinket. As soon as he was clear she sprung forward in a violent spray of dirt and grass, leaving short claw marks in her wake. The lithe fae closed the distance easily, her eyes darting from side to side as she watched for competition.
Her jaws flung wide with a spray of spittle, quickly finding purchase on the fibrous cord. Snatching it from the ground, Warja quickly dropped her haunches and pivoted on her heels, easily making the 180 degree turn necessary to take her back the way she'd come. The young healer kicked off, driving away from the starting place with frenzied zeal in the hopes of making off with her precious prize.
