Party in the Graveyard

Enrico tilted his head to the side. It wasn't the first time a stranger had asked him that very question here, and he wondered how many more times he would hear it before he reached the end of his life. It amused him, but he could hardly expect newcomers to not ask that question, it wasn't as though there was an information kiosk anywhere. "They call this place simply the Battlefield," he told her quietly. It is set aside by tradition as a place no pack may claim, so that loners and pack wolves alike may always know where they may find a sparring partner, or alphas may find loners willing to join a pack." He studied the black-and-white form before him for a brief moment. "Which are you, signora? Have you come seeking a fight, or a home?"