Cheesy Bread

Asmodeus had only just finished signing up to the fights when his stomach made a rumbling, echoing gurgle of displeasure. His tiny ears perked, eyes growing wide as he considered how disastrous it would be to have his first ever spar on an empty stomach. Slowly at first he backed out of the cluster of wolves and assured himself that no one had paid attention to the dull roar of his hunger. By the time his back paws had broke from the crowd he was already turning, beginning a gallop towards the bag his mother had brought that had their snacks.

Seeing as the fighters would be taking turns anyways Asmodeus plopped himself down in the grass to watch, multiple paw-fulls of snacks gathered in his arms. His front shoulders wiggled excitedly back and forth as he nibbled, ears perked forward to hear for when his name was to be called. Would the pup he was chosen to fight become his bestest friend? Oh man, that'd be so great. Deus didn't know much of the world yet but he did know he needed more friends.

"Speech"