come at me, bro

Ignis was on the lookout for more training. He swore he could compare his energy level to that of a caffeinated squirrel, which was saying something considering how big and laid back he seemed to be most of the time, but underneath his laid back facade, was in fact, the spirit of a caffeinated squirrel trying to break free. Paws itched to wander, not in the sense that he wanted to leave the pack, but more in the sense that he needed something other than crafting to do. Patrolling and crafting and pack duties were great and all, but the repetition of it all wasn't enough. He needed to go out and see what the unknown held, and what better way to find that then head to the battlefield? Maybe a spar or something would help calm him and change up his day.

And almost as soon as he showed up, he heard a call for a spar. Almost immediately, he changed course and practically barrelled his way there. Upon finding out who had called, he halted almost abruptly almost a dozen feet from her. She smelled of another pack, definitely not one from the North or East, and she was pretty. "Hey there, heard you calling for a spar. Mind if I take ya up on that?"