curiosity killed the cat

It had been a couple seasons since he had been here, and Enrico glanced around at the changed face of the battlefield with idle curiosity. The fast melt of the spring had left the usually verdant field a muddy morass interspersed with scraggly, mud-coated grass that strove valiantly for the sun despite the constant beating they took from both traveling and battling wolves. Not many prey animals dared venture in here with the constant scent of blood and wolves, or there might not have been any grass at all at this point. He knew, though, that in not so long a time this whole land would be green again in a blanket unbroken except by the flowers that bore silent witness to the many battles here.

He wasn't sure if it was battle that had drawn him here - he did need the practice, having spent several years as a hunter in Celestial rather than as a fighter, and before that long seasons that stretched on to years on the run. He hadn't practiced those skills in quite some time. But, too, his pack needed members and he'd had some luck here once. He would search out possible members, then, but he wouldn't say no to anyone seeking simply to spar. Asriel padded beside him with obvious interest - being solitary and very few, snow leopard culture didn't particularly promote the idea of setting aside an area to learn to fight, though he'd learned from his littermates and parents when he was a cub. The blue-eyed cat kept craning his neck to stare at the wolves they occasionally passed who were already locked in battle, twitching his whiskers at them and lashing his tail in uncharacteristic excitement.

OOC: recruiting or spar, either one or both! Whatever happens.