Woo! ↔ 432 words
It was only when he'd stopped running that Liam felt his limbs ache – too much too fast, he decided as he flexed his arm muscles, a grimace forming on his face. Note to self, races following a heated battle between himself and nasty Guardians didn't make for a comfortable outcome. The pain only lasted about a millisecond though, as did the look that crossed his features. Because when he realized he had won the race, his expression turned to one of satisfaction. It was nice to know he was still fast, even though he was recovering from having been in battle only three days prior. He was a competitive soul and winning was always better than losing; although he had never been a sour loser. He knew how to handle himself. He wasn't a lousy winner either – bragging and flaunting just wasn't his style. As long as he knew he was a winner, that was good enough.
But then again boys will be boys and sometimes a little flaunting wasn't all that terrible. “Ha, alright!” he said, his uninjured arm raised in the air in a sort of fist pump. “You do too, man! You're a real good opponent, that was a close one!” Liam added honestly. He had called his new friend 'man', which wasn't a nickname Liam used – ever. Jackson did though, along with 'bro'. They definitely weren't blood-related so the name made little sense to the brown-pelted wolf. Still, the nicknames were slowly rubbing off on him. Going back to the race though, Jackson truly was a fast one – considering Liam hadn't been too sure if he'd won or not when he'd first arrived at the destination.
Still rubbing at his aching muscles, Liam glanced over his shoulder and followed Jackson's gaze to the deceased raccoon. He took a few steps towards the poor unfortunate soul and crouched down, the movement sending a wave of pain through his lower body. He winced slightly but just like it had come, the pain left in a flash. “Yeah, quite the party. Wonder what happened to it.” Liam said with a shrug. It was then that, from his point of view crouched down on the asphalt floor, he saw the entrance to a building that was barely standing anymore, its roof half-caved in on itself and the door broken off completely. “Want to check out that place? I think I smell treasure!” he said. Or maybe it was just the foul stench of the dead animal but... either way it was worth a shot.
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