Swords Dance

He hadn’t been surprised by Acere’s call, but the location was. Of course, it was also the smart choice, Rhyme spent the majority of his time within Abaven. The alpha knew his territory well, and bringing him from his home advantage was in Acere’s favor. Rhyme felt the corners of his lips curl up into an amused smile.

Imperia and Solitude traveled with him as the slate wolf walked over the border. Imperia flew above him while the alabaster Solitude rode on his back. The bird was oddly stiff as they made their way out onto the stage. The scent of old blood and carnage wafted over the misty grounds. Rhyme marched towards the summons, eager for the rematch. He had been curious since that first day how strong Acere really was.

The both of them were fit and healthy, no matter the winner this would be a good match. ”Hope you’re ready for a good time.” He chuckled as he halted 15 feet in front of his opponent. Rhyme shifted easily into a defensive position, his grin more obvious as he offered his teeth.