Turn the bad blood into good
01-25-2016, 08:24 AM
Again he would find himself here, looking to take some sort of lesson in pain and giving it. The large male's tail flicked behind him as he raised his head to call. Waiting for his opponent to get to him, his two different colored orbs carefully observing the place. The good thing about the battlefield was there was no trees or terrain to run into while in a scuffle. Which was why he supposed many wolves flocked to it. Unfortunately, it stained itself with the smell of blood and decay. His head tried not to trail to the death match.
He sat himself down for a moment, not wanted to over exert himself before the fight had even started. Riv would pray silently to the gods to give him strength, or to at least believe in him. He would rely on his own strength to get him through the days to come. However - he lacked experience. Something that he needed desperately. So he was aimed on gaining what he needed. |
