"I have a request." Vaelora said.
Draekon stared at her, several thoughts running through his mind. Was she about to demand for what he was thinking?
"With all due respect, Veylor, I think this win is unmerited."
Draekon turned to his side to see Chief Wofah standing there. And just behind him, was Angus.
"And why is that?" Alpha Zeno asked, coming to standing beside Vaelora, who seemed agitated.
"She clearly didn't hit the finish line with the same horse she began the race with!" Wofah pointed out, rather angrily.
"Watch your tone, Chief." Draekon warned, his voice deceptively calm.
"But he is right, Veylor." Chief Angus supported. "The rules of the...."
"I don't believe we stated any rules before the start of the game." Alpha Zeno cut him off. "And even if we did, it is rather
