Still he did try not to burn too much of his energy, as with the hills. This was hardly his first Run after all; he knew his limits and compared to the hulking forms of the larger males he had less strength and less stamina. Colliding with one of them was not good and it was equally not good to go too fast and burn himself out early. And never once did he lose sight of the reason he was Chasing this night: Fersk.
Oh was he ever going to prove it to her! Jarsk had no doubts in himself and he was not about to slack off. He would find a way to impress her, to stand out to her.
Almost as soon as he was so enticed the opportunity came. Fersk led the males right into an open field. It was a speedy wher's dream come true, which Jarsk immediately capitilized upon. The mud and muck made things trickier to be sure but he still sped up, intending to "catch" Fersk. He might not be interested in making her choice for her but surely she would be impressed if he could get in range for such? It was a good showing of his speed and he still would have more to give if she but called to him.
Even the best laid plans can go awry though and the mud certainly shook things up now. Over the course of the Run Jarsk had fallen toward the back of the pack simply because he had to conserve his energy. Now, as he surged forward, one of the larger males lost his footing in the muck. Bronze, brown, Jarsk didn't look closely enough to see and he did not care. What he did care about was that said male was falling pretty much right on top of him. This was where being smaller, faster, and more agile came in handy. With scarcely a thought Jarsk threw himself forward and to the side, managing to avoid being crushed. However in doing so...
The moment his feet hit the ground once more it was Jarsk's turn to slip. Unlike the larger, clumsier wher however he did not allow himself to trip and fall. Instead Jarsk hunched down, flared his wings, locked his legs, and allowed himself to settle into a semi-controlled slide. It took far less effort than fighting with the mud even if it carried him a bit off-course. he bugled triumphantly. The words were said with fervor, Jarsk wanting Fersk to know he was still with her, ready and willing to finish the Run with her if she so chose. He also managedto turn slightly so that as he slowed down enough his next lunge sent him straight at Fersk-a little too much so.
Jarsk barked a warning to her. He tried, he really did, to turn himself mid-lunge. He had wanted to get close but not pounce her! Wings again flared and tail lashed as Jarsk sought to turn himself away. Even if it meant he would crash into the ground or another male, that was better than hitting Fersk. he called, pouring as much devotion into the words as he could manage.