Getting in Gear

Taking a moment to wander in the direction of the battlefield despite the still-threatening danger the volcano presented, Chaos meandered quietly through the grassland until a flash of red caught his eye. That in itself wasn't terribly unusual in this particular land, except that it was still fresh-blood colored and, more importantly, it was actually a wolf, not a bloodstain. For a moment he thought it was Regulus Adravendi, but this wolf wasn't quite that cardinal-red and Chaos didn't recognize him. Another kid of Regulus', maybe? One that actually looked like him? Curious - and because he was looking for a spar anyway - he approached the blood-red wolf. "Hey," he said simply.