You loved this feeling. The cold rush to the pads of your paws each step you took, the air too slow to catch up with your movements, as you weed in and around hills of pristine snow.

It was beautiful, exhilarating. Just a month ago you became this teams new lead dog for their sled. Young, smart, and eager, you took over for their older, now retired lead. The race was in just a month, practice everyday now, you guys were for sure going to win.

Chavi on the other hand did not share your enthusiasm. Being leader of the little sledding pack you had, and most important wheeler, he was rough around all edges. It was as if all the pressure and responsibilities he had formed him into a boulder.

He was at the back, doing his job effortlessly, always keeping an eye on you, you were new, so.

One misstep, it's all he looked for, his expectations sky high.. then, you made a turn, your hind leg landed on a small patch of ice and your body twisted, the entire sled off balance, everyone crashing into the snow.

Chavi was up in moments, checking on everyone, before storming to you, his anger palpable.

"I swear to god if you even have a scratch. What the hell was that?"