Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands

It had been a little while since his last fight so it was time to get rolling and spar. He woke early that morning, ate a  little and did a short patrol before setting off for the battlefield at a well paced trot. As he got closer he noted today was a bit overcast, but hopefully that wouldn't deter too many wolves from seeking sparring partners. It would suck for this to be a wasted trip.

When he arrives the scent of fights recent and old hit his nostrils and Amos breathed it in deeply. He kind of liked the smell, odd as that might be the smell of battle was sort of thrilling. It got him even further into the mindset he needed when he was here. Stopping a ways away from a few pairs of actively sparring wolves Amos would glance around to ensure there weren't already some partnerless wolves standing around before he lifted his muzzle and howled for an opponent. Now he'd sit and wait for someone to- wait was that a raindrop?