They didn't set an end goal. He's not sure how exactly they would have communicated that beyond approximation anyway, in these speechless bodies, but in any case it's a very Bahorelian omission.

Bahorel would probably happily run in endless loops, changing direction at a whim, for the joy of the sensation. Enjolras prefers to have a plan. So: a small stand of trees near the other side of the lake, unless one of them tires before then.

He opens up his stride, long canine legs stretching and flexing, and pushes into greater speed. This is faster than he can run as a human, and yet he thinks there are deeper reserves he could call on, if he needed to.

It's still weird. It's extremely weird, and it's still a balancing act to keep himself from thinking about that too much. But despite that, this is -- kind of fun.