Think the forest was tiring? Ready for a chance to catch your breath? You're mistaken, dog. This is the final section of the racing grounds, where the canines must run there hearts out. Literally. Many dogs die here just from pure over-work. It's a completely flat stretch of ground that trails north to the Jagged Gold, and south to the tundra. The Sprint-way is where competition now aches in the bones of both the team and musher. Run all the way to the finish line, which is constantly in sight, a mirage, or collapse underneath the sled.
