engulfed in flames

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.