His paws beat against the cold ground. His fur was blown back, the gray and brown blotched coat rippling in the cold wind. His two tails streamed behind him, barely moving unless he had to turn. He was using them as wind rudders, as he occasionally did. His eyes were squinting behind large aviator goggles, which he wore every now and then when he was going to be running long and hard. His eyes flopped back, exposing the light pink inside. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and a white scarf clung hastily around his neck. Snowy had tried to prepare him for the cold weather, but he wouldn't let her weigh him down with heavy winter wear. He was a streamlined genius, made for running!
His paws felt good against the packed dirt road, and he slowed as he reached the Shrine. Nodding repectfully to a few monks, he threw back his head to make the goggles go up, holding his ears slightly perked back. His scarf hung dangerously close to his paws; if he wasn't careful he would trip over it. Stopping at the candles, he gazed at them silently, the flickering golden light holding his attention. He wondered casually if he would meet anyone here.