Double Shot of Crown {SIEGE}

He totally wasn't feeling anxious. Nope - not one bit of it. Okay, maybe a little, but how could he hold back the barrier of rattling emotions? He was putting up quite well so far, forcing his legs to trudge the trek over to the unfamiliar territory - or the battleground as it would soon unfold to be. The outside was a completely different story, as he remained calm with an aura of confidence. Head was held high with no emotion shown upon his face. He could do this, yeah, definitely. Think positive, he kept repeating to himself. Don't let them think you're weak, or worse - scared, 'cause you're not. He had been training for this for his entire life - ever since pup-hood when he had decided to be a fighter. This was it. This was his chance to prove his skills, worth and loyalty to Abaven.

Swallowed in the tide of wolves, Abaven and Imperium, the young man pushed his way through the crowd to reach the frontline, for he wouldn't find an opponent hiding at the back. By the time he arrived, everyone had flung themselves into action, finding opponents and settling into brawls. Some had doubled up, though he didn't feel so confident helping out in those scenarios, so instead his green gaze scanned the mass for his opportunity to strike - a wolf lost within the scene or someone just finishing off a spar, caught off-guard. Simultaneously, he kept alert of his surroundings, knowing that a wolf could attack from any angle and at any time. He would be prepared, automatically locking himself into a defensive stance, controlling the urge to scream out at the top of his lungs. Instead he sent a telepathic message to any of the defending canines. Fight me.