You better run, better run

Left wanting after the spar, Levi lingered on the battlefield and perked the gold of his ears as they caught a strange request. A race? Why not, wasn't like he was in any rush to head back home, not when this was the perfect place to hone his competitive streak. Stepping forward, Levi eyed the yearling as she waited in place for a challenger. He didn't care that she had to look down on him to get a good view, didn't care her legs were long and lithesome when compared to his stubbly limbs. None of that meant anything, especially when he narrowed in on the thought of how sour she would no doubt be if she lost against him. A tiny child.

He said nothing, didn't need to since his intentions were already crystal clear. Instead, he fell in line beside her, waiting for the go ahead to kick into motion.

"Speech"