Broke-winged Bird

Áskell was on the hunt for another spar, this time seeking an older opponent. He still wasn't stacking up well against his dad and with dreams of finally besting his father in a spar he sought to try someone tougher. His slim form sauntered through the battlefield until he spied a large woman up ahead. "Hey there!" His tail wagged as he shouted out his greeting to the very tall woman with saber fangs. He still hadn't developed the caution around strangers that his father would prefer.

"You looking for a spar partner? If so, look no further! I'm a lot tougher than I look." He was a solid six months and inching closer to his adult height but it was still obvious he was a pup.