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The young and troubled hybrid had always been the same, proud and unemotional. The race was a tactic to prolong her entrance into Casa and stop the arguing with Kativa. She hated it. They were the same, argumentative and proud, which led them to fight more frequently then they would like. Sidra didn't hand situations like these very well. Knowing she would have to part ways and say goodbye to a dear friend sooner than she thought stirred a mix of emotions she'd rather do without, and so, she procrastinated. Glancing back at Kativa quickly, she gave a smirk and then turned to face her competition who had taken a dominant stance next to her. The spotted hybrid mimicked her young friend and stood tall, tail swaying highly and proudly behind her as she turned to face the forest. She would definitely win this one. Someone as bulky and large as Adelle would most certainly fall behind in a race. Sidra was tall and lean, built for speed with muscles hidden underneath sleek black Borzoi fur.

Adelle took the initiative of setting the pace for the start of the competition. In those three seconds Sidra lowered herself, rump swaying with anticipation as she waited for the mark to go. Once the pup gave the go ahead, she took off like a black bullet through the natural surroundings of the forest. Kativa waved, but was sure neither of them would see it, her eyes focused on the two canines racing though she wouldn't see them for long. The stone floor gave Sidra a flat surface to run on, but took away some of the traction. Even so, she was sure she had this one in the bag. It was written all over her face as she darted through the trees and broken down buildings, amethyst eyes focused ahead not even looking back or to her side to see if Adelle was close to catching up. If she did manage to pass the hybrid, she'd just have to kick it up a notch. Slender legs carried her effortlessly and majestically over the landscape, with each stride all four paws would leave the ground completely in a temporary glide. Only the fastest runners could accomplish such a thing. This was her forte'.

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Fiery determination and the intense desire to win built up underneath the hybrid's feminine figure. Muscles surged and shifted under silky fur as she ran. Sidra found it incredibly easy to get lost in the moment when she ran, exhilarated by the speed and the race. She'd caught up to Adelle quickly and yelped excitedly when she passed the bulkier canine. They'd entered the city, trees slowly disappearing and turning into tall stone cold buildings with shattered windows and chunks missing from their large frames. Though, as she ran all she could see was the land before her and the path she would be carving. Adelle had slipped behind for a while leaving Sidra to focus on nothing on the four legs that pushed her effortlessly through the run down city.

Even breaths escaped her, heart pounding quickly forcing blood into each and every vein. The hybrid's speed evened out to a fast and steady pace. Sidra was surprised when she looked over to see Adelle's large figure running along side of her and keeping pace with the slender beast. Sidra sounded her own high pitch bark back at her competition, she wasn't going to win this time. Adelle took a slight lead, though Sidra wasn't going to back down. She had this. In one movement, she hit the ground and pushed herself forward using her back legs like a catapult. If Adelle thought that was the extent of her speed, she was wrong. The car was barely an obstacle for her, it took her two long strides to jump on top and over the rusted metal thing. Once back on solid ground, four legs pounded loudly against the concrete. Her strides became longer and faster, head lowering as she picked up speed. It was easy for her to match the pup's speed and soon she was running shoulder to shoulder with Adelle. She yelped again announcing her arrival and the victory she already knew she would have. Sidra would keep this speed up until she knew for sure she'd beaten her competition.

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Soft pink tongue hanging from her mouth with joy for the race, she sped past Adelle. The pup was giving her all but still it wasn't enough and within a few moments Sidra had passed her. It was a slow advance, but it was a steady one.To her, she'd known the outcome of this from the start but she had to hand it to the young one, she'd definitely proven herself. Being slim and tall, Sidra was built for speed but the bulkier and more muscle bound Adelle had kept up with her for the majority of the race. Sidra knew she had won when the gold and black pup slipped behind her, no longer visible in the hybrid's peripherals. She may not look like much on the exterior, but the slim hybrid's borzoi genes made her the perfect runner while her wolf blood built her with enough muscle to be deadly in a fight. The perfect combination between speed and strength.

Once Sidra was sure she'd secured her victory she slowed down coming to a trot and turning to face her competitor and friend. She pranced around and announced her victory with a short howl continuing to pant to cool herself down. When Adelle caught up she walked up to headbutt the pup in the cheek playfully. That was fun! You're pretty fast. I didn't expect for you to catch up to me both times but you did. Good job. Even though she won, Adelle deserved the praise. Like an older sister, Sidra was proud of the young one for trying her best. When Sidra could breath without strain, she lay herself down on the cool concrete rolling over onto her back. Her paws dangled uselessly in the air, tail thumping quickly against the ground. She was becoming to enjoy Adelle's company more and more, wishing she could hang out with her every day. She was nothing like Kativa who was stern and argumentative. Instead, she was playful and lighthearted, full of an infection energy that Sidra seemed to absorb like a sponge.

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The cool concrete felt wonderful on her back and the rest of her as she shifted to each side to cool herself further. Thin fur was good for something at least. Sidra felt good laying here with the one friend she had here, almost like this is what life should be. Nothing to worry about, abundant laughter, and the ability to make one's own decisions. Sidra's grin never faded as she continued to pant, the sun shaded by some lingering grey clouds like the sky like there usually was in these parts. Her head dropped to meet Adelle's sleepy gaze, a brisk chuckle filling the air. You have strength on your side, but I have the speed. Sidra flipped over to lay on her side so it was easier to look at Adelle. She payed no attention to the girl's accept, still able to understand her. At least it wasn't like when she was drinking. Adelle had been speaking in another language completely, one that Sidra didn't understand.

Thinking of that night, Sidra was reminded of Ismeme and how she'd came to Sidra welcoming her into Casa. Although, the black and gold hybrid had been a coward and declined her gracious offer. Why had she done that? Probably because she was actually sorry for the incident's with Hadley and Adelle but much to prideful to apologize for them, especially to a stranger. A meaningful smile cracked on Sidra's maw. Now was the time to apologize. Hey, sorry for offering you the alcohol. It was stupid of me. You probably had the worst hangover. That's my fault. Even if they had a fun night and Sidra didn't regret it, she still deserved an apology. Amathyst orbs turned to look back up at the sky which was almost too bright to stare at with the sun peeking through the thin layer of greyish white clouds.

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A challenge arose when Adelle boasted that she could beat Sidra anytime. Her eyes narrowing and head immediately turning to look at the tired young dog. Her tail twitched intently knowing she could probably take Adelle down. She'd taken several men larger than the pup after all. The black and gold hybrid flipped over onto her stomach shuffling closer so she could deliver a playful nudge. Oh is that so? I believe you may be underestimating me. You and I are going to have to test this. Whether it be today, or when she joined Casa she'd be open to spar with Adelle. Although, Sidra's fighting style might not be considered the fairest. She'd quickly learn that her dirty tricks were frowned upon and be taught a better way to take down an opponent.

Sidra couldn't help but chuckle when Adelle responded with a puzzled look. Of course she didn't know what a hangover was, but she certainly knew what one felt like. It's the massive headache you probably got, it's called a hangover. She enlightened her friend, next time she chose to drink with Sidra...if that time ever came, she'd be warned. Adelle shook it off and said Sidra's exact thoughts on the situation out loud. This outlook hadn't been acceptable by Ismeme. Hah! Well there you go. Another cackle reverberated from her thin chest. Ismeme seemed to to think you weren't old enough to make such decisions. I told her otherwise! You're old enough to do what you want. Although in the end Sidra felt bad about what she did. Isa had made it clear that it was a bad and stupid idea. Her childish demeanor shined through when Adelle agreed with her, thoughts on the situation reverting back to what they were before Isa attacked and scorned her.

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As always, Adelle's enthusiasm and energy was infectious. The thought of challenging the young female was exciting Sidra too. Before, she had been an easy challenge for the large dog but next time it would be much different. Well good, cause you're in for a challenge! She leaned in for another play nip at Adelle's ear. Her tail swishing quickly behind her as she lay there with the pup. Finally, she'd cooled down fully the slight breeze helping even more. Sidra couldn't help but chuckle when Adelle finally understood what a hangover was. Next, she could use previous experience as a warning. Sidra didn't think the two would be drinking together any time soon thought, with Isa around. Aro was her pal for that and other mood changing substances that she'd grown to like.

Sidra sat up as well seeing the pup explode on the situation. Ismeme was right and Sidra was being immature and a bad influence by telling her otherwise but she didn't think she was. I know you're mature, I told her that. The puppy was even more mature than Sidra, it was sad almost. The notion to go to Casa caused Sidra to stand and look away, not yet. She didn't want to go back. It felt like her life as she knew it was coming to an end, even if she was destined for greater things now. A family, friends, a home. Even so, she felt like she shouldn't go back. The hybrid walked past Adelle towards her camp seeking Kativa as a sort of comfort on the matter. As she walked she held her head low. I don't know. All she needed was a push and they'd be at the border. She was just being as stubborn as she always was. Generally, to make a decision it had to be her idea. With everyone telling her she should join she felt less inclined to do so. Sidra wanted it though.