Bright light of day

The Warlord led the young wolf through the grasses, and broke free just before the land shifted to beach. He placed a paw on the warm sand, looking out at the great expanse of it, and the large barracks that sat near the grasses.

The arenas were dotted across the sand, small creations built to withstand the tide that came in every night to wash away the blood and signs of battle the wolves might leave behind. Having self-cleaning arenas came in handy.

He moved towards one of the rings, stepping inside, and beckoning for Skyfire to follow suit. He would need to see what the young woman was capable of.