Getting in Gear

"Hey," Ignis looked up to see an unusually marked male approach him, and he waited a couple of heart beats to see if there was anything else after that "hey" but...there wasn't. "Uh, hey there," He responded in turn. Clearing his throat, he wasn't particularly sure how spars in the battlefield worked. As in, was he supposed to introduce himself and do the whole pleasantry thing? The only fights he had witnessed in the battlefield were ones started by other wolves for things like...pack challenges and other larger challenges. He noted the markings on the guy, and also...the fangs. His head tilted slightly with curiosity and while he knew longer fangs weren't unusual these days, the jagged stripes on him did intrigue him.

Back to the matter at hand, he wasn't very sure what to say or how to proceed so he decided to go with "So, I'm here for a spar...obviously. I assume you are, too eh big guy?" Okay, so Ig was a bit taller than his would be opponent, but who cared? He'd seen smaller wolves beat the shit out of bigger wolves, and on top of that, this guy was older. It was likely that Chaos could kick his ass blindfolded right? Or so he assumed, anyway. He knew his uncle could, but he had also never tried fighting his uncle. "Name's Ignis, and you...well, you seem like ya got that important sort of feel about ya," He smelled like Legion, and the only wolf he knew from there was Valdis...so he wondered if this guy was that packs alpha. He did remember him at that big challenge between Hannibal and his brother, Ty. Yelling out stuff about Shaye and Rhyme and...well...he had some inkling of knowledge of this guys personality but then again, he didn't want to judge.