It was the scent of another feline that lured Skælingr to this area of the battlefield. The great cat had come seeking… well to be perfectly honest he really didn't know what he was looking for. He simply seemed to walk in circles these days. Pawing around Alacritis in some hope that whatever he was looking for might slap him in the face. His wounds had healed but the gruesome scar over his right eye remained and pain still stung the area. He'd learned the hard way that just because his kind were few did not mean they would not hesitate to kill one another over what little land seemed to be left in the north. So it made sense to stay in Alacritis… this land belonging to wolves that was mostly unclaimed by the large cats. However, conversely it was lonely. Skælingr did not connect with canines the way he did with felines.
However, it would seem not all felines had this problem. Skælingr would gaze at the lynx by the side of a blood-stained wolf. "You two are a curious pair. It is not often I see a feline traveling with a canine." His voice would rumbled slowly, almost lazily from his throat. "Do you seek the distractions of battle? I would be happy to be your opponent if you feel up to a challenge." Skæ grinned as he gazed down at the wolf. Curious if the other would chance taking on such a large opponent.
