Ethan huffed and groaned as he plodded through the underbrush.

“C’mon guys gimme my shirt back!”

His classmates just cackled as they stayed well ahead of the overweight korgi.

“No way mutt!” Called the leader of the group, a trim wolf named John.

“Its the wrong size anyway, its only a 4xl not super hippo fatty size!” Called another of his classmates, a rude cougar named Nick

Ethan just whined as he panted, reaching out for the shirt.

“Guys we’re in college now, we’re a little old for this kinda crap” he huffed as he tried to catch his breath.

“Tell you what doughboy. If you can make it to the top of the hill without stopping for a rest, I’ll give it back.”

John’s cruelty was still in his voice but Ethan felt something else as the big wolf looked down at him. Was John staring? He certainly wasn’t focused on Ethan’s eyes….