https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11433

Sif takes no moment to halt himself, rushing on all fours towards the direction pointed in like a wild animal. Those in his way do not get an attack to them, but instead a shove or a rude remark in giant. He ran fast, sure, but even he knew he was not fast enough as he watched many others run past him. First, that pesky noble that was on his team. He could smell her perfumey musk move past him as he ran at full speed. How she was so fast baffled him. Humanoids where herd animals, sure, but he never thought the nobles really did function like alphas. He didn't care much, she was fast but she was on his time. As he ran through the woods he saw above him the flickers of feathers. This upset him. That damn eagle man barely made himself know to the group and he he was outshowing Sif himself! He growled at the sight of him slowly getting further and further ahead of him. Sif's hands would snag of a root or he'd slow at wincing at the touch of a thorn, that bird had no such deal. He looked to the others: they did alright. The orc would be at a disadvantage with her armor but he knew not what to do for her. The best he could do was slow others down for her to catch up. As for Bo, he had a hunch had a plan, though he may just be foolish. The one he could help was the last two. The gnome was at a disadvantage: slower than the others, and she seemed to have trouble. The other, was a strange sight of yellow behind him. He began to slow down, reaching out for Smallpaw.
"You runt, you're too damn slow! Come on, I'll carry you!" He let out in a way that sounded annoyed.