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She did it. Now, things were moving at her pace. No longer would she dance to Thoirní's tune. This entire encounter had caused her to be unusually jittery and shy. But the bone chilling wind that flew past her face as she raced down the mountain towards the ocean had a sobering effect. Although her thick winter fur protected the arctic wolf from most of the cold, she could still feel it a little bit against her cheeks where her fur was thinnest. Still, Kiara focused on one thing, running. Every paw was placed with purpose, and her muscles tensed and relaxed at command.
It wan't long before the silver male's footsteps could be heard be behind Kiara's own fleeting paws. The thrill of racing filled Kiara, a feeling that seemed to be mutual. Kiara couldn't help but echo Thoirní's musical howl with her own voice as the pair tore down the mountain. For most of the way, the snow wolf seemed to have the upper hand, with Thoirní just at her tail. Once, Thoirní had bumped into her a little, making Kiara all the more determined to best him. His eye's shimmered a little, but the fire in Kiara's sapphire orbs would not be extinguished by such simple means. The alabaster woman was not about to let this showy male beat her in a running competition.
Soon, the line of tree's broke and gave way to the sandy beaches and still Kiara ran. She ran all the way to the waves, stopping only when her paws were wet. The young wolf couldn't help but recall her incident on the peninsula, the memory making her hesitate. Kiara loved water, but she did not love the ocean. The waves licked at her paws, inviting her in. Kiara's large head swiveled to look at Thoirní who had also breached the tree line. Her tail remained in the air, but was no longer wagging. The alabaster wolf looked back out one last time before turning her back to the sea. She trotted over to Thoirní, her tongue hanging loose and her breathing hard. "I won that round." She said triumphantly before flopping down onto the sand to pant. Kiara refused to look at the sea again. It was both tempting and frightening.
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