fingerprints on a telephone booth

The sun was hidden by cloud cover, which had become more common than clear skies in the recent weeks. Rain had been sweeping through the territory on and off, with little warning. He wouldn't be surprised if a torrential downpour began soon, with the way the skies were darkening. Regardless, he wanted to stretch his muscles and test his skills against someone else. Sparring with his brother had been one thing, but the pair had learned one another's moves fairly well by now. He was eager for a challenge, and today was the day for it.

He checked his chosen battlefield for snake burrows or gopher holes, and found none. Just hard packed earth and sparse grasses to be had for a good distance in all directions. Perfect to face off with someone. Tipping back his heavy skull, the pallid yearling released a sonorous call for an opponent. As it echoed and faded, he found himself shifting his weight back and forth with excitement. Alabaster banner sweeping nervously across his heels, the burly male scanned the horizon for anyone who looked to be headed his way.

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