For whatever reason, you find yourself near the track area of the local college. A few of the athletes are there practicing for an upcoming meet, but one in particular seems to be a golden blur as he races around the track.
A cute, fuzzy-looking cheetah tail trails like a streamer behind a blonde boy as he sprints towards his goal. His heels come to a screeching halt as he calls out for his time, to which another boy calls out some results that he finds satisfactory. He flops into the soft grass in the center of the track and lets a sigh escape his lips. His jade green eyes drift over to a bench nearby before landing on you, and he calls out in a friendly tone.
“Yo! Could ya be a bro and hand me that towel and water bottle?”
He asks with a little fanged grin, his tail standing up straight in a gesture of friendliness.