Moonspear Sweet child o' mine

Wanna wrap this up soon?

At the sound of Wraen's exclamation, Rannoch pushed off against the ground and launched himself towards the tree; he had been too absorbed in anticipation of the race's start to realize that she had spoken another language. 

Rannoch lumbered forward, his gait resembling that of a bear in pursuit; he had never been the best with cardiovascular activities, and this race was no exception. Focusing entirely on making it to the finish line, Rannoch focused on the goal without knowing whether or not he was in the lead. 

When he did make it to the goal, he stopped abruptly and swung his head in the direction that he assumed that Wraen finished. With his sides heaving and his tongue lolling, Rannoch looked to his competition with a questioning expression, as if silently asking, "who won?"