[Training] finger to the pulse

sah Sah jumped over a small pit of lava as he trotted alongside the much larger canine. It was rather humorous to the younger hybrid how the height difference between him and Deimos only increased when they were both in their respective infernal shifts. At the notion of a race, the fyrhund's eyes locked on the pool. It would certainly be a challenge to reach there before Deimos. From what he could see at first glance, there were various fissures, rock formations, and smaller patches of lava to overcome. Sah nodded. A race? You're on! Before Deimos could say anything else, the Wild Thunder took off sprinting. He had no doubt that the hellhound would catch up quickly so a head start was a must.