keep up, keep up, cause I'm not coming down

The Warlord was out scouting out prey movements not far from the Battlefield, when he heard the call of a wolf summoning a challenger. It had been some time since he had made his way onto that field, and taken place in a spar just for the sake of it. Lately, when he fought, it was to teach younger wolves the way of it. He grinned at the prospect of stretching his muscles and pitting himself against a total stranger. Ones whose strengths and weaknesses would be a total mystery to him.

He fell into a light jog, and made his way to the direction of the caller. He found the red wolf standing in a cleared section, waiting for someone to answer his call. “I will take up your challenge, stranger.” He said as he placed himself a small distance before the other wolf. “I’m Sirius Fatalis.” He introduced himself.

"Sirius Fatalis"