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He had successfully acquired the seventh flag, the green flag of Bata, but Crux knew that it wasn’t over just yet. Almost, almost, he told himself, long legs powering after the rest of the racers that had managed to find their prize before him. Next up was the yellow flag, Jalo, right? That was the only territory not yet covered, so Crux was sure he was onto something with that train of thought. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect, outside of what the official had warned them about- they’d be climbing a mountain path, once again, and it was bound to be slippery. Since they were all headed into Spidersilk, there would likely be other concerns beyond rockslides though… The official said to keep an eye out for predators. That can only bode well… Hopefully the wolves stay the hell back there. Crux hadn’t forgotten his near miss with the small pack prior to nabbing his green flag, and he wasn’t keen on running into them again. The monotone Wookie male kept running, pausing only to add the

The night wore on, cold, harsh, the winds unrelenting, the ice crushed beneath the Suka as they twitched and shivered. It was a safe assumption that nobody slept well that night, and Crux, despite his thick coat, was no exception. Much of the night had been spent tossing and turning, attempting to curl himself inwards to retain as much warmth as possible, and trying to dig rocks out of the bed he had made, small stones that always seemed to dig themselves into his ribs just as he began to drift to sleep. He couldn’t speak to anyone else’s circumstances, but he was certain that after this race was over, he was going to sleep for a week. Perhaps a month. Likely the rest of the season- bears managed it, after all, why not he? The shaggy gray and black Wookie male felt as if he had just fallen into a somewhat fitful sleep when the sun slowly crept overhead and the movement of the other racers woke him. He sat up, less eager to get going and more resigned to the future he saw- more running