I'll never get tired ~Open, Jogging~ Work, Work, Work

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    Dancingloon had made it her goal to put strength back into her legs. Three in total but only the front ones where strong. The extra struggling in her youth made it so, so now she trained her single back leg. She sprinted across the open terrain wind battling her face. The cold stung her eyes and nose but yet she couldn't stop. She blocked it all out, like putting on headphones and losing yourself to the music. She'd enjoy this. Her claws left their mark on the dirt like tears on flesh. She just kept training herself, as if she was preparing for war.

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    [justify]Katastre found the scent of dancer, and followed behind. His strides were long, and he took to the trees and hopped from branch to branch. A concerned frown settled on his lips, as he jumped from the branch and trailed after she was in sight.


    "We should make a track, with all this running dancer."
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    Dancingloon glanced back at Katastre but kept her pace. "Mh, might be nice" she breathed out sounding rather serious. She'd make her own track with all this running, Kat may not have to do anything. Her paw pads where getting numb. A good sign, now she could run without the limit of pain. Once she passed the stinging threshold it was rather easy to keep going.

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    [justify][sub] "Just don't over do it," she called out, reaching Katastre to watch the vixen. She understood her daughter's reasoning, but too much of anything was never good - it didn't look too bad at the moment though, and was merely a warning for the future. As for running with the duo, she'd have to pass on it for the moment in time, although she had a small trick for that. "A track wouldn't be too hard."[/fancypost]