Sound Off

H paced the battlefield, not yet done and restless. There were still battles to be fought, and he didn’t rest for a second. He waited for his next challenger to appear, glacial eyes on the field ahead of him as he waited to be approached. Someone, somewhere, would find him, and try for a fight, or so he hoped, his heart racing as blood pounded in his ears like a war drum. His fur was still unwashed and hung off him in wild tangles waiting to be tamed by the next river he stepped into, but for now he carried with him the musk of a warrior, who had not slept or ate since entering the battlefield.

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