I've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says u should shut ur mouth

Jaunty, happy, eager Amos found himself prancing through boreas without any particular aim or direction. He hadn't even noticed when he neared the battlefield so engrossed was he in his own thoughts. Thoughts of joining packs, engaging in spars and exploring lands far and wide took him far from reality as he considered where to begin. He needed direction, preferrably soon. It wouldn't do to just keep wandering around forever, now would it?

His thought were interrupted by a rather demanding, feisty call. That's right, the battlefield! He hadn't visited that blood soaked pit in a while. Loping to meet the caller without a second thought, he eventually found himself approaching a rather hostile looking woman. She seemed a bit older than him, but not by a lot. Giving her a grin that practically stated his challenge for him, Amos greeted the dark-furred female. "Looking for a spar? Count me in!"

Raising a brow and smiling impishly he asked, "You wanna start, or should I?"