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Adelle did her best, pushing to move faster and faster. She was older, and stronger, and wiser, even if her english was still a poor mess. Luckily Isa spoke danish as well, so she didn't have to worry about not knowing what she was told. It seemed her struggles to pass Isa was paying off, as she slowly gained the lead, inch by tiny inch. Pulling ahead Adelle surged forward, young muscles working underneath her body. Head lifted up Adelle howled with joy.
Unable to keep up the pace anymore Adelle slowed to a walk, finally stopping to flop over on her side. Happily she glanced over at Isa, tongue hanging out. Jeg vinder. Flat out Adelle didn't care if they were supposed to be patrolling the border anymore, just wanting to rest and be able to breath, worn out by the run. Her energy would return quickly enough, but for now she might as well have been someone's rug.