Cry Havoc

Short Round waddled besides him as Indigo marched with his family on the defending pack. He held his head high and his vibrant violet mohawk was played with by the breeze. He was very nearly at his full adult height even if everyone was convinced that he’d be much more round when he reached full maturity. He was still the thickest built of the siblings and that wasn’t going anywhere despite his gangliness.

He strode forward, keeping pace with Aslatiel, though keeping his distance so he wouldn’t get poked by her porcupine’s quills. She looked quite forbidding underneath her armor. Indigo was proud of his sister’s ferocity and he was eager to battle beside her. Indigo managed to give her an excited smirk before battle began. Their father called for their opponents and they came. The first jumped Azure and Indigo moved out of the way so they had room to fight. This was real and it was happening. He wouldn’t be taken unawares again and the young boy’s eyes searched for the wolf he would fight.