Sleepy Fox Hollow heimlichtuerei

Reyson saw the movement and unconsciously mirrored it. He wasn't as young as he once was, but he wasn't yet old. He increased his speed, and his stride, but only slightly. He wanted to win the race, but he didn't want to obliterate this Mahler, it seemed unseeming and unsporting. Sure what should win, but when two did you need to win so largely that it made no sense to even run, no that was the enjoyment. Pushing oneself, holding oneself back. Control.

Reyson wasn't sure where they were running to, but he noticed a tree a little further up. (Not sure if there's a tree there, but creative liberties) he would stop there. Signal that the race was over, unless Mahler wished to go further and then he would.