Walking to the next section you suddenly tumble into an indention in the ground. "I believe that Scoop is taken already, kind visitor." Suprised at the voice, you look up into a grinning wolfish face. "Don't worry, it isn't a trap for my next meal. It's just my little home. My name is Beta'Sharahar Lor'Tuh." Making your way out of the Scoop, you regard the creature intently. "My kind are called Runners, and we orginate out of the Runner Glen. We seems to be a mixture of unicorn, tiger, and wolf. I take after the wolfish side of my heritage, as you can see."

"Sharahar! Come on, let's race!" You see a slim woman with long black hair waving in your direction. "Ah, it's my person. I hate to be rude, but as you can see I'm needed at the moment." The silverish runner bounds toward the now running woman with an uncanny speed... runners, how appropriate.