Must be rough

Verias knew that he'd been quiet since arriving. It'd only been about a few days since he had even arrived. Kesali was land he was new to and while he seldom had seen Branch since then Verias figured he'd get himself out there into the world. Ardent obviously was filled with wolves much larger than he, fighting skills that he had never seen before. One could not learn unless they practiced and that was exactly what the black male was going to do. He'd heard that this was called the battlefield, so this was where he'd search out a good sparring opponent. Hopefully, the bigger the better.

Standing on the bloodstained ground he lifted his head in a howl. Summoning strangers to come spar with him. Nothing too dangerous, at least he hoped so. He knew life could be cruel and it was survival of the fittest in the end. Yet he was hopeful that a wolf that was respectful enough to simply spar with him would be available. While he could seek his own pack mates out, that was not as interesting as it would be with outsiders.