Farren laughs, stumbling back a pace when she places her paws on his shoulders. "You have a dog too? Or is it the pet of another member of your family's and you have to take care of it?" Destiny asks as she watches the wolf race around her in circles.
"No. Cara's a free spirit." Farren says as he crouches down and pets Cara gently. His eyes relay the same, gentle message. Destiny kneels down beside him and holds her hand out for Cara to smell her before trying to pet her.

I let Destiny pat me with a happy bark, I move forwards and lick her face before bounding around her in long strides as if daring her and Farren to race me. I felt full of energy and happiness, I had so much energy to burn.

Destiny smiles when she pets Cara and finds herself laughing as she moves to lick her face. Her eyes track Cara for a few moments before she grins and nods her head, getting into a ready to run position.
"I'm not sure you can beat a dog in a foot race, Destiny." Riley says, moving back a pace to show he's not going to dare try and outrun Cara.
"The one I'm racing," she gestures to Cara, "has paws, so I'd technically be winning a foot race anyway." Destiny smirks at Riley when she decides to play around with words and their meanings - following the literal or abstract meaning of one word or both, molding them to fit her needs.
Farren doesn't hesitate, but instantly takes up the challenge. Riley shrugs in a way that meant it was their funeral before declaring the start of the race.

I dash forwards, legs churning up the ground. I run beside Farren before speeding up and glancing back behind me.

Farren can't keep up with a speeding wolf. Farren passes Destiny up once she ran out of her short burst of speed due to her honing her skills for a quick and powerful sprint.
Destiny does keep up with Cara for a few moments before she slows down and keeps a steady jogging pace. She prefers sprints over going on a run for a long time. Destiny cheers Cara and Farren on once she drops out.

I run around Farrens legs before jumping in front of him and speeding off in front of him. I run off towards the finish line, Suddenly I yelp in pain and fall over, my leg was twisted, badly. I howl in pain and bare my fangs.

Farren doesn't know what happened. One moment, Cara was racing along happily, whizzing to the finish line, about to win. The next, Cara was down, fallen, howling in pain. Ignoring others warnings to stay away (Farren had introduced Cara as a free spirit, which caused the others to reason that when injured, Cara was probably going to get hostile), Farren advances towards Cara, choosing where he steps carefully. He slows down once he reaches Cara, his worry clear. "Are you alright? What happened?" He examines Cara and almost immediately spots the twisted leg. Farren watches Cara as he reaches out to pet her, only half afraid that she'd lash out to him if he tried to asses just how much damage was done to her leg - eg, if it was broken, if anything was torn from its socket, etc.

I only half see Farren through the pain but I press myself weakly into him and whisper in his ear "I think its dislocated" I press my muzzle into him, whimpering even more in pain.

Farren holds his breath and slowly releases it. "Ok, so not something I haven't seen before." He nods to himself and gently pets Cara before telling her he'd have to give her some kind of sedative for him to be able to put it back without having to do surgery. He picks her up gently, taking her to where his satchel lay. Farren puts her down carefully and looks in his satchel for a couple of moments before finding what he's looking for and offering it to Cara. They're in a more secluded space in case Cara wanted to shift into another of her forms.

(Cara)
I take the thing Farrens offering me with a small whimper. I feel it kick in and I lick Farrens face thankfully. I lay my head down, hopping when I woke up it would be fixed, or that I would be dead.