He had won the race, leaving the elder wolf Ozera behind somewhere. Kenai was harmlessly eccentric and didn't bother considering the fact that she was in fact, quite older than himself. As far as he had seen it, he had won far and square, his long legs giving him more of a benefactor in their race. Yes Kenai was quite blessed when it came to his size but quite clueless to use it properly for he was as submissive as a young pup. His head turned backward, then forward and backward again as he eagerly awaited the female, and yet the swift river pack as well. He couldn't wait to brag about winning, and make sure she knew that she was in fact the lame deer - but all in good time. A strained whine emerged from his muzzle, he licked his lips eagerly and watched with all the patience he could muster up for his brothers.
He licked his coat nervously, wanting to be presentable.