My fursona is a bit complex as the super power department goes to be honest. The name says it all to be honest, Cirocco; I am not just named after a strong dust carrying wind but rather that is what my fursona actually is.
My spirit is the very essence of the living wind itself, as my physical body is nothing but fine grains of silver sand caught in its swirling vortex. I am not exactly an elemental, and not quite a golem, I am something far more complex though both terms fit me well enough as an explanation.
As such I have the ability to manipulate the elements of wind and earth, as well as speak directly with the wind itself. I know its whispers and language, as it knows and understands me for we are one and the same. My form can be broken down entirely into the baser compounds of fine grains of silver sand, and the incorporeal wind. And while not indestructible, I still bleed though it isn't quite blood, more like liquified red sand(sort of like melted glass if you think about it, but with the consistency and texture of actual blood on the surface, when you get right down to it you are looking at nothing but sand.) I am able to regenerate from most any injury.
So yes, I chase the wind in more then one sense.