like the ceiling can't hold us

He padded into the area, well aware that if he was anywhere near a fighting arena he might get claimed by someone. But he really needed to practice what he knew of fighting, and he wasn't scared of a little fight. He most certainly didn't care what anyone thought of him either. His mohawk had come in and stood tall on his neck as he moved from his northern hold. Perhaps now that he wasn't such a tiny punk he should start exploring the lands more. Though he knew in the end he wouldn't feel at home unless he was in some sort of structure.

He stopped in a spot that looked good enough and shook his pelt as he took in his surroundings. He'd never actually fought before but at least he knew a little about self defense. He knew his defenses and he could use his larger bulk as an advantage. He tilted his head back as he let out a howl for any opponent. He then righted himself and firmly planted his feet for his balance. He didn't care much for pleasantries so he hoped whoever came might just skip them.

Listen!