Félicien felt so young, so alive as he chased his little cousin. He was gaining ground on the little one, but Fate was fast for one so young. The game that they were playing now could be a show of both of their strengths, or their weaknesses potentially, and show what they needed to improve upon. He would grin widely, breathing in and out and pacing himself as he followed after the young one. The need for air was necessary for both, but Féli was determined to at least give his younger cousin a run for his money.
Though Félicien wasn’t completely heartless either. He planned to let Fate win their little race. He would start to lag as Fate did, inwardly wearing one of the biggest smiles he could muster. He liked the little wolf. He was a good sport, and very determined for his age. No doubt he would grow to be someone even stronger and faster. Féli’s bicolored eyes would search, waiting for the younger one to end the race so that both could take a break.
