After he escaped the briar, he paced himself better. It was kind of difficult, considering restraint was one of his weakest points, but being a little uncertain of the place helped. But he was only a little uncertain – mostly certain. Thankfully, it turned out that he did know where it was, or else he probably would’ve gotten himself lost again. Upon seeing the distant lake, he sped up again. His angled and short body hugged close to the ground, rocketing forward with impressive speed and energy. He would probably be out of commission for the rest of the day though (not having proper nutrition certainly barred him from too many feats of physical excellence).

He ran and ran, his tongue flying out and flapping in the wind. When the lake began to come up too close too fast, he put on the brakes.  ”Finish line’s here!” he cried as he threw himself to the ground, tumbling and skidding a short distance to stop on the ground a couple of safe yards from the edge of the lake. No way he was running into that. He lay on the ground panting heavily, not minding too much that he was now decently bumped and bruised from his graceless and partially self-inflicted tumble. ”Woo!” he cried, kicking his back legs a few times in the air before settling down again. His throat burned a bit from all that, but it had been fun! ”What… what now, Háre?” he asked, softer and less shrilly than usual, mostly because of the heavy breaths that punctuated his speech. His head flopped limp on the ground, but his eyes roamed wildly in their sockets, looking for his new companion.

GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER But the devil always won... Well Cesar was certainly fast! Hárekr quickly regained his feet and raced after the other, ignoring the thorns that tore at his fur. His long strong legs enabled him to catch up quickly to the other male but the race would be tight and he knew it. All the same though this was fun! It'd been awhile since he'd let himself bolt with such abandon. They raced long and hard but in the end it was the smaller man that would be victorious. Hárekr would slide across the finish line a few moments before Cesar. Panting Hárekr would come to a stop before the massive lake. Háre chuckled. "Alright, alright, Cesar wins!" He stretched before padding over to the lake and taking a deep, soothing drink of the water. He guzzled the liquid down greedily as Cesar asked him what they'd do next. He was some what tempted to suggest swimming but it seemed Cesar wasn't to fond of water. Hmmmmm…. what next what next? "How about we hunt some muskrats! Or if there are any hibernating critters we can dig 'em up. I don't know what do you like to do for fun?"