Pre-Party Rumble [Valhallan Fighters]

When Aurielle called out a challenge to the pack, Red straightened and blew out a soft breath. Despite the warlike form he had been born into, and his own need to protect those he cared about, he'd never truly enjoyed fighting, and something about sparring against the very people he was meant to protect had always made him a little uneasy. They were all connected, under the stars, and to harm another caused harm to yourself and those around you - that's what he'd always believed, but he also knew that he needed to keep his skills sharp in order to protect them, so this practice, and the mock-raid that they'd engage in, would be important. He just couldn't help the discomfort he felt as he trotted up to join the others. Still, he gave Aurielle an encouraging smile as he seated himself beside those who'd arrived before him, then swept his eyes over the mess surrounding them with mounting interest.