Alaric was back north with Maul in his heels. Alaric preferred the north to the south anyway. The thought of the dame named Melisande and her pack, Polaris, is what would eventually draw him back down to Auster. For now, he roamed the north in hopes of finding a good training partner. He lifted his head and let out a summoning howl. A spar. A good old fashioned challenge. Once the howl was sober he looked over to Maul, who was sitting down near a tree. "Now we wait." Alaric muttered to him. His hellfire eyes were scanning the trees for any roaming figures, his black tipped ears were perked for any responses to his call. He was eager to brawl.

Lingering near the borders of the Sparse Pines, Rhazien was scouting the perimeter for anything of interest. Although this wasn’t The Syndicate’s claimed territory yet, the older Saxe felt an affinity toward the pines- it was a massive forest, concealing plentiful prey, bordering the Wall and possessing its own beach. Sephiran would be a fool not to claim it for his own.

Somewhere within, a lone wolf is scouting the forest, a summons for a spar resonating through the trees. Rhazien stops, leaning forward on his front end, testing the air for any distinguishable scents. He’d run into a Hollows girl here, after all- another Hollows member could be here, wanting to initiate trouble. Instead, he’s met with a familiar cologne- a man he hadn’t seen in quite some time, but he recognized his musk nonetheless.

Entering the forest, Rhazien follows’ the male’s scent, emerging from the teeline with a playful smirk on his lips. Alaric, a male he’s fought predators with before, is standing in a clearing, a canine lingering behind him and waiting for commands. Rhazien’s servals emerge from behind him, rubbing the length of their bodies against his forelimbs. “Alaric.” He hums, cocking a brow at the male. “How wonderful to see you again.” There’s playful sarcasm in his voice- he’s surprised to see the man after so many seasons have passed. “If you’re looking for a challenge.” His tail flicks behind him, muscles growing taut with anticipation. “I’ll fight you.” He nods, signaling his readiness. If Alaric wanted a brawl, he’d give him the first shot.

"Rhazien Saxe"

It wasn't long before Alaric's call was answered and this time by a familiar face and scent. When Rhazien stepped forwards from the trees, Alaric noticed the several he had with him. For a moment Alaric seemed distracted, that was until another cane corso appeared from the trees and joined with him and Maul. This one was grey with brown eyes. "Cinder. You're late." Alaric rumbled slightly, nudging the dog. His attention then turned back towards Rhazien, giving the purple wolf a nod of his head. "As you wish. My hounds will be joining in this time." He notified the male, giving him time to respond.

Alaric would check his defenses before he began. His stance would widened for better balance, only slightly. His claws dug into the earth for stability. His eyes narrowed to protect them from any flung debris. His hackles raised along his spine and his chin tucked to protect precious vitals. Once all was set in motion, Alaric charged forwards towards Rhazien. He let out a rippling snarl as he went to slam his shoulder right into Rhazien's own in attempt to destabilize the brute before him.

Maul would charge forwards too, his maws splayed open and sought the scruff of one of the purple wolf's servals in attempt to grab it. Cinder followed quick behind and attempted to secure the backside of the second serval in his maws.

Alaric vs Rhazien for spar
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Beginner Hunter