Bloodsoaked britches

Cináed hadn't gone this far from the pack lands since the tournament that Ashen held, but he desperately needed to get away from his home for a while. He need a change of pace, a change of scenery... something besides waiting around for something to change. His father had made some bold claims at the last meeting and at the meeting before that and he was sure he'd keep claiming that things needed to get better and that they would again and again until someone finally did something. As he walked south from the wall that bordered his pack lands, he went straight for the battlefield that were just a couple of territories over, eager to get into a fight with someone besides the same couple of wolves he usually sparred with. It wasn't that he didn't like sparring with Onyx - she was one of the few wolves in the pack he did like - but he wanted a new challenge, someone else to learn from. Not long after he started wandering over the open plain of the battlefield he heard someone calling for an opponent so he turned his path toward the sound and followed it all the way to a boy that was just a bit younger than him perhaps, but not that far off in height. He had horns like his sister and interesting patches of scales. He realized pretty quickly that the boy standing opposite to him had the same kind of scent as that girl he had met after the tournament and it wasn't hard to put two and two together that they were related. "You were interested in a fight?" he questioned with a grin, starting to get into a fighting stance just in case this guy decided to jump right into things.

Cináed Praetor