Let's Go Break Some Wind!

Áskell bounded across the battlefield as he looked for a good place to settle down and call someone for a fight. His father trailed behind him but he paid the older man no heed. It was his turn to pick where he wanted to fight and he knew there was a flattish place up ahead. Rounding past a knotted, gnarly tree he found the perfect location. It was a clearing covered in ankle-deep grass. Tipping back his head Áskell called for an opponent. He was ready to fight anyone and anything, be it pup, adult or any other manner of creature. If the creature that answered his call was particularly mean he could have his dad scare them off.