As expected, the smaller blonde had been waiting for the green light to run from almost the moment she had mounted and bobbed her head so enthusiastically to confirm the fact that her curls around her face in a crazed hair-tornado for a beat. "So ready." Mitchy's movements mimicked the older woman's, her excitement alerting Scout that something good was about to happen.
Freedom - that's what racing across the beach on Scout's back offered. There was no room to be scared about zombies, to worry they would never get home. No time to be sad about Joey being sad or her mom not being with them (even though her being here would suck too, since it'd be someone else in her family trapped here). It was just salty wind on her face and the urge to run. Not even to be the fastest or win, just to run.
It wasn't just her that was excited by the realization that they were even with the more mature race team, she could tell from the excited noise Scout let out and the pick up in speed that finally pushed them just a little ahead. Kept them ahead until they were flying slightly past the rock and Mitchy had to remember they couldn't just keep going and had to pull back on the reins and circle back around slightly.
Her smile was wide - obviously pleased, but not gloating. "I totally didn't think we were going to be faster. Bandit was so quick!" She stroked a hand down the side of Scout's face, the pair walking a slow circle around the rock. "Do you think we could walk the beach a little? I bet they'd both like getting their hooves wet before we head back."