Another Fight

Álarr felt he was having pretty mixed results but he supposed that was typical. A wolf couldn't win all fights and he felt he was doing pretty evenly. He was winning roughly half of his fights but he still felt there was room for improvement, especially now that he finally had a set of armor and weaponry to try out in battle. In truth he didn't know where to start, then Afi suggested the battlefield. Where else would he find a unique opponent? Or heck, maybe he'd run into Theory again. The thought amused him. He knew there were tensions between Abaven and Legion over Rhyme's romantic exploits. He was getting old enough to understand what exactly the consequences were of that tryst but he didn't begrudge his… cousins? Nieces? He was forgetting again. Was it Theory he was related to? Poem? That strange black and blue wolf that had trespassed?  He really needed to have his father walk him through their family tree.

Finding a good patch of land for a challenge he tipped back his head and called for an opponent.