The things he carried

Veigar was bored, a common state of his these days it seemed - and a dangerous one if left completely neglected. Though he was thinking up all sorts of trouble he could get into, eventually he convinced himself to do something more productive. Maybe it was time to get a real fight under his belt. Not just a training session with Deathbelle or Recluse, but a real fight. Maybe one of the other young wolves might want to join him? Either way, he was interested an opponent, no matter who they were. It was either that, or.... attempting to climb this volcano. And man did it look huge, he observed, as he trekked up a small distance and tried to take in the huge distance he had left to climb. Finding a sparring partner sounded a lot safer, and a lot more productive too. Heading back down the way he'd came, he lifted his head high and called for someone in Habari to come challenge him. Practice was the only way he'd get stronger and that was one of the few things in life he cared about. Being stronger, more capable, being better.