To anyone else reading this, this was all planned OOCly 
Don't question Leah. Just don't.
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Yumiko was losing speed and about to tire when the riverside cave that served as her den came into view. A joyous shout escaped from her maw as she saw she was the first to arrive. She slowed to an unsteady skid and hung her head between her legs, panting heavily. Sure, she could run with incredible speed, but her endurance needed work. When she was running Yumiko blocked all thought of how tired she was, but whenever she stopped she was ready to pass out. Thankfully the race was short, although competetive, and she could still stand and catch her breath.
A few heartbeats after she reached the 'finish line' Anne skidded beside her and collapsed with exhaustion. Yumiko hoped she was okay and could catch her own breath, and not hyperventilate or anything. The femme lifted her head tiredly, barely able to focus her eyes, and noticed blankly a certain other female waiting for the racers' arrival. ".... Um.... wh... what?" she said between pants, dumbfounded. How the hell had Leah, who was always behind the two racing (or so they had thought, apparently), gotten so darn far ahead of them?
Leah yawned nonchantly and Yumiko bared her teeth in annoyance, barely able to lift her gums off her fangs. "Great.... it was... great." Stupid Leah. Could she teleport, or something? Seriously!
The race was getting to her more than she had first thought, and Yumiko lifted her lead paws with her snout close to the ground as she headed into her den. Let the others follow as they wish, she wanted a nice snack from her stock and she was too lazy to properly invite them in. Yumiko's blue eyes swept over the tall cave with it's small entrance, the feathers and her slowly growing pile of furs that served as a bed. But that was of no interet to her at the moment. What caught her attention was the shelves carved into the far wall, just above the hearth, that held a several rabbits' worth of dried meat strips. Unfortunately, they were too high up for her in this form; something she'd never even considered.
Yumiko attempted once to raise onto her hind paws and grab a strip with her teeth, but her muscles wouldn't obey her commands after the use they'd just gone through and she slipped on the hard rock. She ended up staring up at the cave ceiling, mildly dazed. Hm. This required more thought. Too tired to hunt, too tired to shift, too tired to jump. Fooood.... the thought of Leah helping her in this predicament never even crossed her mind.
"Talk." Walk. Think.
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