geography
05-05-2019, 08:53 AM
Corvus wasn't totally sure what he was doing, but his paws had brought him to the Battlefield. He'd always had a strong urge to protect his family, against all odds, but the whole situation with Peggy and the guy that had wanted to take her kids away had really unnerved him. Abaven was full of strong wolves - mentally strong wolves - but when it came to physical strength he worried that they might be lacking. His new role as Blackthorn would involve training younger wolves to fight, in setting up patrols and generally just being more proactive. He wasn't particularly good at making decisions but he'd promised Shaye he'd do his best, and so here he was, wondering if maybe a practice spar of his own might help him feel better about things. He'd had minimal training at best, despite everyone's best efforts, and he couldn't shake the feeling of being ill-prepared.. hopefully he could prove himself wrong. The Battlefield was quiet today, much unlike the last time he'd been here. Corvus moved quietly across the field, sniffing lightly at the patches of grasses as he passed them. This place had a strange aura that was hard to ignore, and he felt foreboding settle over him like a blanket, despite his best attempts to shake it off. After some aimless wandering he was pleased to see the lanky form of a stranger in the distance, nearly his height though with a much slighter build. Curious, and wondering if he was even approaching this the right way, he redirected his path straight toward Artur, offering an awkward nod in greeting. "Any chance you're, uh, looking for a quick fight too?" Corvus cocked his head as he came to a halt a couple yards away from Artur. |
