Sore loser

ooc: Immediately following his last tournament fight, on the very edge of the shrine near the border.

Cináed scowled as he sat down hard on his haunches with a sigh, making it all the way to the border of the territory before he finally decided that was far enough away that he wouldn't have to talk to anyone else. He ran his tongue over his sore chest several times, grimacing at the feeling of the sore, bruised skin under his fur. Walking all the way back north with this bruising was not going to be fun. He regretted coming all the way down here at all and almost wished his siblings had not wanted to come so that he'd have an excuse to not come too.

The first two rounds hadn't been fun at all, leaving him just sitting around and waiting, and then when he did get to fight he was beaten by a boy that didn't even bite him or anything. Instead he just kept hitting him in the chest over and over with his shoulder. What a boring fight. At least when he had fought Onyx she had given him a good fight so losing hadn't been so bad. He wished he had gotten paired up with her for a fight instead. He sighed and looked off toward the river that was near by, wondering how long he was going to have to wait for his other pack mates to be done with their fights so he could go home.

Cináed Praetor