RACE YOU TO DEATH

Makara was secretly extremely smug that her booties preventing any sort of snow or ice build up between her pads. In fact, she was so smug, that she was hankering for a race. This was sure to give her an advantage! Mak strutted around the base of the mountain where the snowdrifts were deep. In some places she had to leap and wade through it. Perhaps not the easiest trek for speed, but she was sure she'd come out on top. The young Fatalis reared her head back and howled, thrilled to hear it rebound off of the nearby mountain passes. Her brother never turned down a challenge! Popping her goggles down into their fully engaged position to guard her eyes from the roving snow flurries, Makara paced back and forth to wait for Levi's answering call.