When in doubt

Tyrian raced through the territory at an easy, ground eating sprint. There was no emergency, no urgency of any sort, just a desire to run and a need to stay in motion. Since ascending he was finding it increasingly difficult to be still. He wanted to be involved in something at all times; be it an everyday task, a hobby or engaging his packmates. It was no longer enough to be wakeful. If he was up Tyrian itched for something to do.

He slowed to a standstill in the low land between the knolls. A spar sounded nice. A chance to test himself and the prowess of a packmate.

Tyrian threw back his head bowled out an invitation to any Fireside wolf who might be interested. A simple spar was all he was asking for; the stakes were low.