Another runner

Hunter thought that the park was as good a place as any to see how fast he could run. Dropping to all fours he started to lope, then lengthened his stride and found himself streaking past trees, far faster than he had ever run in his life. He felt magnificent, strong and powerful and quick, a package of sinew and muscle that moved like a powerful machine.

He stopped, his tongue lolling out as he grinned at his own prowess, exulting in the powers of his body. He was about to start again, when his pricked ears heard something.

The sound of footsteps.

Quick rhythmic footsteps on a path.

A runner.

Coming closer.