Dunna be silly, child! *crappy Jamacian accent.... fail... 
* Also you may wish to start keeping track of your word counts, because if you didn't notice there can be prizes XD
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It seemed to Yumiko that her new denmates would never stop bickering; although she enjoyed watching the two, she couldn't help but worry how it would affect her sleeping habits. Anne agreed without even pausing to think, and, snout still snootily in the air, Yumiko glanced down at her from her lofty position. "As if you could win, shorty!" Sure, she was barely any taller, but being so stupidly tiny for her age, she naturally couldn't help but take any opportunity to mock another's height when it presented itself. Understandable, no?
Lowering her snout and dipping into a slight play-bow, Yumiko flicked a look at Leah. "I'm glad the almighty immortal can follow us. Let's go!" Without a second glance back, Yumiko shoved forward, nipped Anne on the ear, and was gone. She knew that Anne, at least, would undoubtedly be hot on her heels. She seemed very competetive and despite any sad secrets the two seemed to share, they still put on a mask for society of what they used to be. She knew the feeling herself and hoped, with time, they would be able to truely trust her with what had scarred the pair so deeply.
Yumiko had pushed off from her bow with her front paws, an unusual way of starting that she found gave her an advantage. Her short legs had to leap and shift with incredible speed to give her the rush she longed for, but she had the energy to do it. Tall wolves just cheated (in her opinion) and loped along, never pushing themselves. After a good run she was always ready for a quick meal and a long, relaxing nap. The thrill of it was pushing herself to the limit, experiencing what her body could really do.
Yumiko dashed into the forest, the trees a blur that her eyes barely had time to decipher as they whisked by, every footfall placed with uncanny percision. Here she was truely free. The path she knew well despite it being completely unmarked. To the left of the lightening-scarred pine, past the willow, follow the stream, over the rocks. She barely even touched the slime of the river-rocks that made a narrow bridge, but she didn't care. She was halfway there. Her tongue lolled from her mouth and the wind made her ears flap against her skull. It was all irrelevent to the freedom of sprinting.
She slowed for just an instant, barely even a pair of pawsteps, to sniff and listen if Anne was nearby and Leah far behind (assuming Leah just followed at her own pace rather than race the competitive pair). She sensed the fellow blonde female nearby, but was unsure of her position without visual conformation; ahead, behind, beside... above. It was all the same at those speeds.
Hope this is okay, not too confusing or God-moddy or anything <3
"Talk." Walk. Think.
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