Padda rotated his large ears, eyes traveling from the almost wolfish dog, the golden dog, to the gray spotted one. The Valhund then regarded the obstacle course in a sweeping gaze. Padda had always done agility courses more suited to his smaller body type. These obstacles weren't really... small. How was he supposed to impress anyone when he couldn't do any of these hurdles or ramps or whatever?

I'm sure it'll be fine, the small dog reasoned. Everything usually turned out well enough in the end.

That spotted dog, the one who rather rudely ignored him earlier (probably just an oblivious mistake) spoke up.

And Padda was rather offended by her words.

"Excuse me. I'm sure you didn't mean that, so I'll forgive you. My legs are perfectly capable, thank you," Padda said boldly, with a confidence far too large for his small size. "Anyway," he continued, "I'll do the tubes. And the see-saws. The rest, you bigger dogs can do. All of you long-legs will be much better with the jumping and whatnot, I reckon."

Padda turned at the voice of the Chief.

"Oh, they're going now. That was quick. Anyway - I don't know your names. I'm Padda, by the way, in case you don't remember. I was named after a toad. I'm not sure what a toad is, but it sounds cool. And you, leg-dog, you're Frosch? What about the rest of you all?"

Orden held her position in front of the hurdles, awaiting Ninety-Two. The dog was shockingly fast, not at all hindered by her metal limbs. Even so, Orden did not think she would be faster than that new dog Eighty-Eight. The brindled male was far taller than Orden's teammate, with a longer stride, and a painful amount of energy. It was only logical to assume that he would be faster, but even so, it was obvious that Ninety-Two was still very swift.

Orden had often contemplated the nature of these artificial limbs and prosthetics. The technology behind the things were fascinating, and it was a small scientific miracle that Beta had fashioned a prototype of a realistically proportioned limb that was just as capable as the rest.

Seconds ticked on the clock, and the black, brown, and white dog skidded to a stop with a bark. Already having been tensed to run, Orden shot forward, strides quick and body sailing through the air, as light as the feather. Orden felt airborn, like she was leaping upon the winds. Another hurdle, and the another, she took them all on, flying at a ridiculous speed. This. This was what Orden was good at. Not fighting, not sprinting, this. The collie dashed out of the smaller tube, immediately winding back and forth through the weaving poles with a practiced balance and explosiveness.

Once again, Orden picked up the pace, only to slow at the two wires. She leapt up, lowering herself so that her center of gravity would be closer to the ground. One step with one paw, and then another. It was like walking, almost, although Orden's muscles strained the whole way. Almost there. Her tail swung out for balance, only to fall and press more closely to her body as she teetered. The dog kept moving forward, and leapt off the obstacle, launching herself from one box to the next, with quick strides. She handled these sort of things much differently than Anfall; Orden didn't have the dog's explosive power, but she did posess a swift agility. Breathing hard now, Orden barked at Anfall (who had made her way over to the obstacle while Orden was running) to start with the wall jumps while Orden trotted past and over to the tube.

Anfall was reckless, but was indeed practiced at these obstacles. She knew what she was doing, even if she was moving too slowly. Soon enough, Orden was darting forward again, head lowered, dashing through the tubes. She leaned into the curves of the nylon sort of material, trusting the path ahead. She hugged the inside wall, recognizing that the inside track was the quickest route, and the opposite tunnel was only a detour.

Now panting for breath, Orden pushed on, exiting and launching herself right over the hurdles. Her paws hit the ground at the run, and the collie kept pushing, still maintaining her remarkable speed.

The last leg was coming up, and she skidded to a hard stop, gesturing to Ninety-Two to get going.

Karin | Female | Portuguese Waterdog, Portuguese Podengo, Vizsla| Foxtrot(moved to Bravo) | 92 | Mentions: Orden, Anfall, Frosch(mentioned)

Another sprint, shorter than the first. As soon as Orden stopped Karin started running, not even bothering to wait for Orden to acknowledge her part of the course was done. Karin made short work of the second sprint, her speed only slightly slowing when she went up the first seesaw.

The sensation of the ground moving downwards as she walked was disorienting, but she continued on. The ramp was better; without slowing her stride(even speeding up a bit, actually) she jumped across it, her metal paws hitting the level part while her front paws hit the downward part.

Her mind was completely focused on her speed, not even bothering to regulate her breathing. She was panting, but she continued to make herself go even faster. She went over the seesaws without difficulty, now that she was used to the sensation of the ground falling, and as soon as she was off the last one she went as fast as she could. After she crossed the line that marked the end of the curse, she stopped, turning around to look at the other two females.

(I'm sorry this is short)

Taipan / Male / GSD x Golden Retriever / Mike - Foxtrot / I.D. 76 / M: Rache, Sabre, Padda, Frosch

Sabre / Female / Wolfdog (wolf-GSD-alaskan malamute) / Foxtrot / I.D: 65 / M: Padda, Frosch, Rache, Taipan

Taipan twisted his head, ears pricked, eyes hard on Sixty-One as she spoke up. Though what she said made sense, and he was already considering Frosch for the sprinting and Padda for the tunnels, because that was the obvious, smart move, he thought for a moment before answering. These dogs needed to remember he was in charge, and while they weren't making too much trouble now, he could see the look in Rache's eyes, the stance she had taken.

Not only that, but he couldn't have the dogs all start talking without being spoken to first. Rache's speech had started the others to talking. The only one who hadn't so far was that wolfblood. The one whom refused to quell her anger until she lost a body part. If he didn't take control now, things would descend into chaos quite rapidly; he could already see that she was about to speak, too.

"Quiet." The word was coldly spoken, his eyes glaring at each dog individually. How to handle this? After a few moments' silence, he continued.

"Sixty-One, I appreciate your input... However, none of you should speak unless spoken to. Eighty-Eight, Ninety," his glare reached the tall dog and the short one alike, "Names are useless here. You shall be addressed by your ID, and you should address others as the same. Understood? I am Seventy-Six."

He paused, then added, "At the same time, I do agree that Eighty-Eight should do the sprinting and Ninety the tunnels." He looked at the short wolf-pelted dog. After a moment's contemplation, he added, "And the see-saws." Taipan could see the small dog's determination. Determination that would be needed to get through the obstacles quickly. Perhaps having the dogs do the things they volunteered to do would further that agenda. He turned to Sabre.

"Sixty-Five," he looked the wolfblood over again. "Do you have a preference as to what obstacles you will be responsible for?"

Sabre looked at the Mike transfer, her face masked despite her hatred for this dog. This dog who looked to be fully dog, but acted as if he was already a cull. She looked over the course again, this time, focusing on each obstacle.

"I can do the box and wall jumps. And the narrow ramp." She dipped her head slightly at the end, though her eyes didn't leave the male's face. "Seventy-Six." She almost added a spiteful "Mike transfer" at the end, but with both the Chief and Taipan there, she stopped herself. It wasn't worth dying over. She did, however, stand tall and confident, and though she wasn't nearly as tall as Eighty- Frosch, she remembered, she was still pretty intimidating. Though, probably not to the canines of Beta. Frosch and Padda the toad. Sabre made a mental note to try talking to them if she got the chance... they seemed like they'd be interesting, to say the least.

Taipan nodded, looking over the group again. "If that is decided, then I will do the weaving and hurdles. Any objections? If so, speak them now, because once we begin, the plan cannot be changed."