[ AW ] Ambitious Amateur's

The rolling hills of Edinburgh stretch wide beneath an endless sky, a patchwork of green and gold where the land has yielded to the seasons. The air is crisp, charged with the scent of damp earth and wild heather, and the morning fog lingers in the hollows like ghostly whispers of an older time. Nikolai moves through it with effortless grace, his paws pressing into the soft ground, muscles coiled beneath his sleek coat.

Wind rushes over the plains, carrying distant echoes of the city beyond - where stone meets ambition - but here, in the quiet wilderness, nature dictates the pace. As Nikolai strides forward, his sharp gaze catches something ahead - a stretch of terrain transformed by time and weather into an obstacle course fit for the fiercest of predators. Fallen logs, twisted branches, jagged outcrops of rock and patches of uneven earth form a challenge only the nimblest could conquer. His heart quickens.

A rare flicker of excitement dances in his piercing yellow eyes as he bounds forward, weaving between obstacles with calculated precision. He leaps atop a moss-covered boulder, testing the sturdiness beneath his paws before launching himself to the next. A half-rotted log, slick with dew, proves an exhilarating challenge - forcing him to adjust mid-stride, claws scraping against the bark as he lands with perfect control.

Every few strides, Nikolai casts a glance behind him - making sure @Ragnar follows - but his own exhilaration keeps him moving, keeps him charging ahead.

Notes:: Anyone Welcome!

Table @Calatiah, Art @Kolida

The space between him and @Nikolai is what matters most. Ragnar’s paws press into the damp earth, muscles burning with exertion as he pushes forward. He sees his brother ahead - bounding, weaving, revelling in the challenge before him. And despite the ache in his limbs, the breath hitching in his chest, Ragnar grins.

The obstacle course - if one could call it that - is nature’s own creation, ruthless in its unpredictability. The moss-covered boulders, the twisted branches, the treacherous gaps - all demand precision and quick thinking. Ragnar feels his pulse quicken as he moves, not with Nikolai’s effortless grace, but with determination. He stumbles once - his paw slipping against slick bark - but there is no time for hesitation. He rights himself, presses forward, refuses to slow.

Nikolai glances back occasionally, yellow eyes sharp, measuring his pace against Ragnar’s. He catches those looks and grits his teeth.

I’m fine, he mutters under his breath, more to himself than to Nikolai. He knows his brother means well, but he doesn’t need patience. He doesn’t need reassurance. He needs to prove that he belongs in this chase, in this wild rhythm of movement and survival.

Another obstacle looms ahead - a cluster of gnarled roots jutting from the earth, tangled together like the remains of something ancient. Ragnar doesn’t hesitate. He gathers himself, leaps, and lands just a fraction off-balance, skidding before catching his footing again. He exhales sharply, laughter breathless but defiant.

Is that all you've got? he calls out, eyes flashing with the thrill of the challenge. He pushes harder. Faster. Because slowing down is not an option.

Notes:: As above!

Table @Calatiah, Art @Kolida