cheese dun slid off muh cracker

What was this, Jupiter was calling for melee fighters? Hell yeah he was in. Even though he'd been in his fair share of spars Tyrian had never been in a melee fight before. He'd only ever fought against one opponent and even though he was going for the intrigue of it, if anyone asked he would say it was a learning experience. Totally, 100% for science. Or whatever.

He leaped onto the scene and was unsurprised to catch the yeasty scent of alcohol on the breeze. Ahhhh. Now those bizarre noises from the lake made sense. His nephew was nothing if not predictable. The post night out melee was a new twist, though.

What was this, a cat? Interesting. He had been beginning to think the only felines interested in wolf society were his companion and Alarr's, so it was pretty cool the cat had answered the call. "Opponents," he corrected Natha with a smile before glancing at Jupiter to be sure he'd interpreted the howl correctly. "You are wanting a melee, right Jupi?"