Kaprasíus could not help but feel the sudden, aching thirst for blood once again. It arrived with winter's departure, as the temperatures grew more bearable, as he could move further from Yfir's land with ease.  Now that Katja's children had been born, he had found himself feeling fiercely protective of them - they were blood, children of his nephew and of his cousin. He needed to ensure his fighting skills were still strong. He was not getting any younger, and he was not at all unaware of that. His emerald eyes roved the territory as his made his way south to the Battlefield, eager at the prospect of a fight.. and hopefully a damn good one.

Jǫrmungandr had accompanied him this time, and her demeanor was growing quite a bit lighter with the warmer temperatures. Why she stuck with him, he had no idea - she would surely thrive in a warmer land, but she had grown fond of him for some reason, and had made no indication she sought to leave him after so long. He felt her grip on him tighten as she got a good look at this place, snaking around his right forelimb as he ambled across the battle-torn terrain. "Thisssss place.. smellssss of death...." she hissed, her head slipping from his thick coat to examine their surroundings. "Isn't it great?" he'd retort with a quick bout of joyous laughter, though he snickered as his pace slowed. There was nobody in the immediate vicinity, but he knew this place was constantly filled with creatures willing to brawl. Letting his single good eye scope the place out, he would life his head to the sky, calling for a challenger to test his skills.

note: we can pretend this is set in summer :) ok autumn.

The woman had begun to grow even more restless then before. More then likely she had her heat to blame, and it was irritating. Why did women have to be punished with such an annoying occurrence every year? She would rather not have to deal with it every summer. Irritated and itching to find something to get her mind off of it, she decided it was high time she go to the battlefield. She hadn't had a good spar since winter, and with having taken a break most of spring, she wanted to get her skills back up and running. Her heavy coat burned with the heat of the sun, large paws stepping strongly across the ground as she sought out a potential opponent. Low and behold, Avalon didn't have to wait long before she heard an unknown howl rise above the winds. This was an opportunity she would not pass up. The fae sought out the caller, and within a few short minutes he was within her sights. The male looked mangled, scarred, older then her...but she wouldn't underestimate him. The snake on his back was something interesting, she'd never seen a snake and a wolf coexist like that before. "Greetings. I've come to spar with you, if that's alright." She stopped about ten feet from the male, head and posture high as she waited for a response. "Talk" "You" Think

Finally someone approached him. He silently thanked the gods - the fire of bloodlust boiled beneath his skin and threatened to drive him mad. For the sake of Yfir, he knew the darker desires that sat in the reaches of his mind had to be quelled, but at the very least he could get some level of satisfaction today. Kaprasius could already tell the gods had him in their favor today.

The woman that approached was a stranger to him, though lately he rarely left the confines of Yfir. His single working eye swiveled in its socket, roving over her as she drew near. Her scent was heavy of heat; a wicked grin curled the corners of his lips upward.  She was a pretty thing, not too young and though she bore a few scars, her face was quite untainted. Maybe I can change that, the scarred brute thought to himself, his tail flicking behind him with unconstrained glee at his contender's approach.  "A spar sounds wonderful,"  he'd say, head tilting as Jormungadr slithered from her position around his front limb and onto the ground, moving a bit away from the group - not wanting to interfere. His smile was wide and a bit teasing as he bowed his head to her. "Ladies first?"