Four In A Row Diagonally [Spar or Recruiting]

Dark clouds chocked the sky above the Boneyard as Ashiel strode across the dusty earth. The air was warm and humid and he could smell the rain just waiting to fall and soothe the parched soil. He was on the look out for loners to recruit or spars to engage in. He needed to be in tip top shape and there will still ranks within his pack that needed filling. Rolling his shoulders forward he gazed up at his companion, a black-winged kite, who was circling lightly above him. They'd both been restless and Ashiel found himself needing to roam a bit to work off excess energy. Thankfully, his mother had agreed to keep a watch on the pack while he was out. Though… maybe he shouldn't have been thankful for that. He'd be lucky if the canyon was still there when he returned.