Sting like the Devil

*Célestin* · (This post was last modified: 12-13-2019, 11:17 AM by Célestin.)

Célestin was eager to keep up with his training, it helped to keep his mind off other things... So when a an open call for an opponent rang out near the pack he eagerly answered it, taking the short trip out west and he idly wondered if he'd pass his old home, maybe he ought to stop by to visit Naeva... But no the summon hadn't come from the desert so maybe his visit would have to wait. Instead he found himself on a prairie, the land flat enough to allow for a decent fight, whoever it was they at least had some good amount of sense to them. Though he supposed he'd need to learn how to fight on uneven earth as well, he'd never know when he'd need to be asked to fight for the pack he'd pledged himself to.

As the man wandered he spotted a woman, her scent drifting to him and he looked her over, noting a strong sweet milk smell to her. This woman had either given birth only recently or was around someone who had. He quirked a brow, curiosity tugging at him. "Was it you who called looking for a fight?" He asked, deep baritone rumbling with good humor. "If so, I'd be happy to oblige." This time he didn't consider the blue rose tucked behind his ears, knowing he could just as easily fight with it still woven in his fur.

Walk, "Talk", Think

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