Digging in

Corvus was equal parts relieved and disappointed when someone showed up, his potential opponent not making him wait for very long at all. Part of him wondered if he really ought to be heading back home; the sky seemed to be darkening by the minute. A slightly stronger part of him, though, was glad when someone finally arrived. It'd been far too long since he stretched his fighting muscles and he was eager to get back into things. Abaven had been peaceful for quite some time now, but historically it hadn't always been so. The last thing he needed to do was let down his pack and his family because he'd been slacking on his own personal training.

He offered the younger male a friendly smile as he approached, his friendly posture and wagging tail hardly reminiscent of someone about to get into a fight. Dimosthenes looked like a fine opponent, he decided. He was younger than he was, but that could mean what he lacked in experience he made up for in youthful fervor, and his slender build told Corvus he'd likely be quick on his paws. "Hey there. Name's Corvus. You looking to practice?" He adjusted his stance to something a little more defensive, though his smile remained. "Make the first move, show me what you know!" Corvus was glad to be out and about rather than sulking around like he'd been doing for so long. Even the rain, which was gradually picking up, wouldn't totally dampen his good mood.