no slow pokes allowed

With an oversized stick in mouth, Levi drew two lines in the sand. One marking the starting point and the other denoting the end. He'd gotten pretty good at running, didn't stumble or misstep no matter how fast he ran, but that still wasn't enough for him. He wasn't trying to impress anyone here, didn't think all of his hard work would earn anyone's love or approval. This was all for his own gain and benefit, had his eyes on the prize as though everyone else was a sidenote. Important in the grand scheme of things, but not enough to get in the way or make him slow down.

Dropping the stick, Levi was content with his little track. A straight here to there, but longer than he usually ran. He stepped behind the line and bowed down, ready to kick off into a sprint, only to pause as his fire tipped ears caught the sound of approaching paw steps.