Goodbye Graceful

He was restless. Nobody had bothered to train him, and he hadn't bothered to seek anyone else out to do so. If his mother was so quick to abandon them, then he figured the pack cared just as less. Sure, he had attended training when called, but beyond that? Nothing seemed to come of it. He had no battle experience against another wolf, but he had plenty against prey animals. It wasn't enough though...he was tired of tasting the same old dull blood day after day, and today he craved something new.

Pausing at a good spot in the battlefield, the yearling pulled his head back and called for an opponent, defensive stature set in place, red eyes narrowed as he waited for someone to come...