"Well, actually," Chrom says to partially to himself, glancing at the chocobo before looking ahead. There's a bit more pasture to go, though it seems like they're running out of field. Particularly since there's a bright painted barn looming up ahead, with stables and likely feeding stations that the birds are making a straight line towards.

"...That's the finish line, huh?" He might not be able to control the situation, but he can try to direct it a little. Perhaps by winning finishing as quickly as possible.

"FASTER!" That, he does yell out... and it seems that's a command his chocobo knows. Or at least chooses to listen to, with how it goes into a sprint and tries to take the lead. "I found one command that works!"

...He sounds so very pleased about that, too.