When in doubt

He didn't have to wait long. The last echos of his howl had barely rung back from the distant trees of the orchard when Asvor came into view. She moved towards him with purpose and Tyrian cast an approving grin her way. The swiftness of a response - any response - was heartening. He was pleased to share a pack with eager wolves who were happy to take him up on a challenge. Chaos really had done a great job with this pack and in doing so had paved an easy road for Tyrian.

"Always," he retorted playfully before dipping into a battle ready stance. After a beat he asked with a cheshire grin, "Are you looking for a fight?" Better to ask and confirm his suspicions than over-eagerly plow over a healer who'd simply come to ask him a question or something.

Maybe he should throw out these invites more often. Tyrian had every intention of taking the pack off raiding soon and he wanted to be ready. While he had no doubt those like Asvor were already very skilled, there wasn't a wolf alive who didn't benefit from practice. As for Asvor specifically, being a physician, he wasn't sure if she would participate in a raid, but even if she wasn't interested, having capable wolves at home while the raiders were abroad was essential too. Hopefully she wished to take him up on his challenge.