Yeketerina

Swing Dog | 5 | Tundra Paws | Mentions: Ash & Hailstorm

A female lay by herself at the edge of the barn, content in her little corner as she watched her teammates interact. The dame didn't know have she would deal with these dogs - after all , most were young enough to be her own pups, and then again, it also meant they were rather green when it came to the scene of racing. She heaved an exhausted sigh as she rose to her paws, they stung a bit and she looked at them. Hmm, it seems old cuts in her pads were acting up again, hopefully their musher would see this and let her wear her booties for this race. It would provide more comfort and be less of a risk for her to injure her pads again and be out for a while due to them. She pushed herself to walk but the cold wasn't helping the stinging in her pads - sure, she could handle it but for how long is the question. The dame had had worse injuries than measly paw pad cuts , she'd manage. She was rather quiet as she observed her teammates get exited about the race. She just hopes the hooligans didn't stay up too late and get some rest. She noted that the musher were giving them special attention and most likely some orders to rest even if she couldn't understand the lady musher.

She saw Ash going to do a once over of the pen, and she appreciated him for that. That was nice, couldn't have the other team's sabotage them, now could we. She moved to go check herself after seeing that Ash was probably gonna be checked out soon. And she noticed her fellow Swing Dog, Hailstorm asking him if he was alright. She gave a deadpanned expression, " He would be if you'd let him get some rest, and you should be resting too. We have a big day in the morning and we can't have anyone not being well-rested. Questions can wait until the morning. And plus, it's getting quite late." She said chiding the male, and she gave a small hum, and swish of her tail. Letting her words sink in, hoping the later would get the memo. And she looked at the outside herself and she didn't see anything odd either, and so she decided to get back to her sleep .

The female making her way back to the corner of the barn she was sleeping in, and she pulled more hay together to make a nice and large lump for her fo lay on - once that was achieved, she gingerly climbed the mound and gave a small dainty circle and her tail daintily dropped over her nose. And she began to close her pale eyes, slowing drifting to sleep to the sounds of snow and the promise of a victory in the race. Why she could practically taste it, her team was going to win, she was quite sure of it.

Paylor was laying in a shadowy corner of the barn, head on her paws but not really sleeping. Her eyes were open as she watched the rest of the team in their various states of wake and sleep. Excitement was coursing through her veins and she was almost shaking with the prospect of the race tomorrow. She was too wired to sleep at that moment, mind running over the possibilities of what could take place.