carve your name [challenge]

It seemed that the majority of his time lately had been spent on the battlefield, though realistically most of it had actually been spent away from it on very mundane stuff like hunting and simple survival as a young wolf alone. That and continuing to treat the falcon's wounds as Lyndvarr had shown him - she was well enough now to perch upon his shoulders and glare fiercely about them... he'd started calling her Aiden, and she'd liked the name enough to claim it as her own. Realistically, he hadn't been on the battlefield that much. But the moments lately that most stood out in his memory lately had been here, watching what seemed like deathmatch after deathmatch. Even that wasn't necessarily true though - he'd begun on this path in the avian estuary, and it had all come to a head on the Vericona plains where he'd grown up, not in the battlefield. It still felt like it though, so when another call rang from the area a shiver of dread trickled down his spine, and rightly so.

A challenge for Fiori? His aunt's pack... his alpha-cousin's pack. Aiden's talons pierced his skin as she tightened her grip to hold on, as he spun in place and raced for the battlefield, but she said nothing and he took no notice of the pain. He skidded to a halt, ignoring the few familiar faces to bristle in clear hostility toward the challenger. Tor was not a Fiori wolf and his scent would make that clear if nothing else, nor did he in any way resemble the Adravendi family his mother had been adopted into (if anything, he actually more closely resembled the challenger, who was his cousin though neither knew of the relation), but his tensely aggressive stance, the way he held his head and tail high and stiff in dominant posture, spoke volumes for the protective fury roused by the caller who sought to steal his family's home.

He took a few rapid steps towards the challenger - not enough for it to seem he was seeking to answer the challenge, because that would be stupid... he was not the alpha - and arched his neck to stare at the older male. Older, but no taller than Tornach himself. "Who do you think you are to seek to steal a family's safe home from them?" he scolded the wolf hotly. "It isn't right. There's plenty of land to choose from to make your own pack. This one belongs to the Adravendis, not to some bully like you."