The man caught scent of dried blood, and death. This must be were others come to claim and spar, well i guess he would take that up. He walked around for a few moment coming across a large space, with few rocks and mostly dust.
He walked over settled himself to see if the earth needed to be clawed down and broken up for his claws, to be able to dig in for traction. His claws settled in fine, so he lifted his cranial maw burst open and the song of death, bloodlust, and strength ran out. He lowered his muzzle and shook out his worries.
"SPEACH"
