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for jenna! yaaaay <3
Denver ran away from Salsola again, his feet keeping a steady, even pace as he jogged over the rough terrain. He'd been getting used to the trek he took along the river; it was winding and long, but it kept him interested. The wolfdog had become familiar with the path as his exercise routine developed. Now, he was able to travel farther without getting so tired. On two legs, he could usually go for two hours before needing to turn around. Today, he wanted to beat that record.
Pink tongue lolled out of his mouth as he ran, unable to keep from panting now and then. He wore a loose blue cotton shirt and plain khaki shorts; the most comfortable things he owned. Pale eyes darted across the horizon as he moved forward, always keeping the rushing blue water to his left. He was beginning to tire, and would want to turn around soon. There was a wider bank up ahead, and Denver stopped there to drink and have a stretch. His muscles still felt tight from the night's sleep, so he claimed a clean spot on the sand and stretched his legs out in front of him. He could almost touch his toes now.