With All The Force Of A Raging Fire

Álarr wrinkled his nose as he moved through the mix of ash and snow. It certainly wasn't pretty. He hoped it would melt and that the snow would whisk away some of the ash before spring tried to bring the flora back. It would be a terrible burden on the land if the plant life struggled to regrow. He couldn't rule out the possibility either way.

Now almost a yearling Álarr was intent on going to the Battlefield alone. He was ready to start focusing now on his battle skills and this was the best place to do it. "You ready?" He turned to Afi and nodded before he threw back his head and howled for a challenger. This time he was much closer to his full grown size. He wasn't going to be pushed around like the time he'd fought the viking. He also had his horns now but he wasn't quite sure on the best way to use them in battle. Shaking his head he stretched and waited.