Oh, no she doesn’t. All of a sudden, I break off in full-fledged run of my own, chasing behind her. It doesn’t take me long at all to catch up to her. In fact, at this point, I’m outrunning her.
“Cheetah legs,” Celine’s shouts out from behind me.
Keyword: Behind me.
“Slowpoke,” I shout back just seconds away from hitting the ocean.
I don’t know why Celine would issue a challenge that she knows that she could never win, especially if I’m one of the players.
I’m one of the fastest running wolves if not the fastest running wolves within the Northern and Western pack, or at least that’s what both packs like to say.
The crowd releases a series of cheers and chants as they catch on to our competition.
Wolves and their competitive nature, I tell you!
Some wolves are chanting for, Celine.
