I'm itching

Knowing what was happening within Fiori right now made Xeph;s blood boil for a little scrap. The pack he'd been trying to join was being challenged for; what were the chances? He wasn't sure what the outcome would be, so his future was on hold for now. The worst part was he couldn't even fight with them. All could hope to be was a spectator, so he hadn't bothered to go to the battlefield to watch - he'd rather be an active participant than someone on the sidelines. He knew he would hear news of it afterwards anyways. For now, he wanted his own fight.

So, despite avoiding the area of the challenge, he still found himself at the battlefield. His claws itched to test his skills. Had he improved at all? He wasn't sure, but he knew there was just one way to find out - he would pit himself against another. Taking a deep breath, he howled, calling out to an opponent in order to test himself. He wasn't sure who would come, but he hoped it would be more than worthwhile.