Feeling the ground rumble beneath his feet kept the stallion on the move and on his toes, he for one did not want to be leaving this race bbq style. Focusing on breathing helped to keep his mind from wandering to the numerous other things that commonly kept him awake at night, thoughts on what fatherhood was going to be like, his warrior responsibilities and countless other small topics were among the few. All this galloping was tiring and with the heat coming off the earth combined with the heat of his muscles working beneath his skin he was starting to work up a decent sheen upon his pelt. A combination of fear and determination kept him moving forward at a steady pace, he felt the need to prove himself maybe not just to his mate and their child but to the herd as well.

The others competing for the prestigious title of general had all fallen into place within his sights now, the delusional weed addict behind him while the chestnut continued to set the pace staying not all too far ahead. They too had been experiencing their own trials with this hellish landscape but so far they all seemed to be mostly intact thankfully, they may be his competition but they were still members of his theoretical family. Looking around cautiously from time to time he scanned the area searching for the third golden archway while still making sure to keep the chestnut warrior within his line of sight. Since he was in the lead he would have the advantage of spotting their target first, that being said it could be the total opposite and he could miss seeing it with all the steam and smoke wafting up around them. If he had learned anything so far in this adventure it was to trust your own senses and follow no one's lead but that of his own unless you wanted to be swallowed up by the earth that is.

A soft growl sounded from within the safety of Kiara's perch upon his shoulders, something had caught her attention and who would he be to ignore any possible help. Her eyesight was likely much better than that of his own, as his silver gaze followed the line of her directed focus the shimmering of the third archway faded into view. A small huff of thanks sounded from his throat in appreciation for his companion's attentiveness as his course altered slightly to pass directly beneath the beacon. Now it was just a matter of finding the next archway and pulling himself ahead of the others, there was no doubt in his mind that if he somehow managed to dig deep enough he could pull it off, well hopefully.



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