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Big jolted then the horn blew. The hounds were off, every suka stretching their legs into that first leap towards the north. He tucked his tail partly in, the extravagant length of it trailing back into the snow as he too opened his stride to keep up.

The smaller racers pulled in front after mere moments, speeding up towards the Knesi Mountains and churning the snow under their paws, the cotton dust of it spraying back into the other’s faces.

Big was one of the furthest in the back, laboring more under the drag of cold air through his fur, the slow thud of his stride, though his muscles were unbothered. He was a large dog but he had no problem carrying himself- his stamina was nigh untouchable.

The procession of racers spread in the first valley up to the mountains, the red reeds stretching out like an endless expanse. Dove lake laid peacefully freezing to the east, it’s crust glinting harshly in the sunlight as it solidified for the season.

Big kept running, panting lightly as he started passing the less fit sukas, leaving some behind as he started to gain on the leaders.
The Knesi Mountains stretched up into the sky to the north, bracketing the valley off on the east. Big started drifting towards them, keen eyes searching for any sign of sheep or flags.

His eyes scanned the base until he saw some of the front liners dart off around a corner- followed by some high pitched yelps. Big almost skidded to a halt when a moment later a small male came hurtling out from the side, crying as he landed in a slump. It was Aspen- the little grey beast Big had learned from before.

“Goddamn goats!” The suka cried, snarling as he jumped back onto his feet- a few meters away a dog resurfaced with a flag in it’s jaws, running like the wind, tail tucked.

Big ignored Aspen and ran around the side, ears flattening as he took in the scene. There were two large bighorn rams, their heads tilted down in aggression, ready to charge.

The large suka let out a warning snarl, hoping to head them off as he approached, hackles raised and teeth bared. He looked quite the sight, dark and imposing against the gentle white snow.

Behind the rams there was a wooden post stretching into the sky, flags attached all the way up in little circles of wire. The silver fabric glistened in the sun not so unlike the lake had.

Big snarled again, watching one of the rams give a snort, the beasts not quite sure of this far more imposing hunter in front of them. One of them backed off, and Big took his chance. He rushed forward, skating around the attempted assault from the larger ram and snapping a flag off with his teeth. Relief coursed through him as he secured the fabric and barrelled down away from the now charging rams, glad that the next bit was downhill, his weight helping him get just out of range and leaving him unharmed.

He kept running for what felt like an age, adrenaline coursing through his body as he sped towards the rest stop.

Description

Big jolted then the horn blew. The hounds were off, every suka stretching their legs into that first leap towards the north. He tucked his tail partly in, the extravagant length of it trailing back into the snow as he too opened his stride to keep up.

The smaller racers pulled in front after mere moments, speeding up towards the Knesi Mountains and churning the snow under their paws, the cotton dust of it spraying back into the other’s faces.

Big was one of the furthest in the back, laboring more under the drag of cold air through his fur, the slow thud of his stride, though his muscles were unbothered. He was a large dog but he had no problem carrying himself- his stamina was nigh untouchable.

The procession of racers spread in the first valley up to the mountains, the red reeds stretching out like an endless expanse. Dove lake laid peacefully freezing to the east, it’s crust glinting harshly in the sunlight as it solidified for the season.

Big kept running, panting lightly as he started passing the less fit sukas, leaving some behind as he started to gain on the leaders.
The Knesi Mountains stretched up into the sky to the north, bracketing the valley off on the east. Big started drifting towards them, keen eyes searching for any sign of sheep or flags.

His eyes scanned the base until he saw some of the front liners dart off around a corner- followed by some high pitched yelps. Big almost skidded to a halt when a moment later a small male came hurtling out from the side, crying as he landed in a slump. It was Aspen- the little grey beast Big had learned from before.

“Goddamn goats!” The suka cried, snarling as he jumped back onto his feet- a few meters away a dog resurfaced with a flag in it’s jaws, running like the wind, tail tucked.

Big ignored Aspen and ran around the side, ears flattening as he took in the scene. There were two large bighorn rams, their heads tilted down in aggression, ready to charge.

The large suka let out a warning snarl, hoping to head them off as he approached, hackles raised and teeth bared. He looked quite the sight, dark and imposing against the gentle white snow.

Behind the rams there was a wooden post stretching into the sky, flags attached all the way up in little circles of wire. The silver fabric glistened in the sun not so unlike the lake had.

Big snarled again, watching one of the rams give a snort, the beasts not quite sure of this far more imposing hunter in front of them. One of them backed off, and Big took his chance. He rushed forward, skating around the attempted assault from the larger ram and snapping a flag off with his teeth. Relief coursed through him as he secured the fabric and barrelled down away from the now charging rams, glad that the next bit was downhill, his weight helping him get just out of range and leaving him unharmed.

He kept running for what felt like an age, adrenaline coursing through his body as he sped towards the rest stop.