Dust & Ashes

*Creed* · 05-16-2016, 03:22 PM

Creed didn't really have any fond memories of this place. Many battles had been fought here and a lot of blood had been shed, that much was obvious, as he paced through the land in an attempt to find a place to spar. At their last meeting Surreal had chastised them for being lax in their training and he'd been a part of that wrong. He hadn't found a sparring partner yet and rather than fight a pack member he felt the need to fight someone more foreign to him. He was rusty, he knew that much, and probably had a lot of skills he needed to brush up on. As Celestial's secondary Alpha he knew he needed to be able to defend the pack well and the only way he was going to be able to do that was to practice his fighting. He wouldn't be a Right Wing for too much longer, but he wasn't old enough to be counted as an elder yet so he was intent on staying in tip top shape until he couldn't anymore.

The fluffy brute finally found rather flat and open spot with sparse grass and a whole lot of dusty dirt patches. There weren't any rocks to get in the way and it seemed like a well enough spot as any so he stopped where he stood and tipped his head back and let out a booming howl. It was loud enough to call anyone close by who was interested to him and hopefully he'd be worth someone's time. He was rusty but he'd surely do his best at it.

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