Frosty Morning Rumble [Caelia, Drachen, Ardyn Spar]

He grinned to himself as he trotted to the meeting boulder, stretching as he came to a stop in the middle of the flat expanse before it, trampled to dirt by constant use over the generations. The ground was slightly muddy from the snow, but with the freeze overnight, and the early hour, the ground was hard and frosty, not yet thawed by the morning sunlight.

He tipped his muzzle to the sky, howling for Caelia and Drachen, tail flagging in a brief wag as the call echoed over the plains off the hill and back. The intent was clear in his voice—he wanted that melee spar he’d chatted to Drachen about. Ardyn was already on his way, and above, Chrystal circled. Enito stood nearby, grumbling at the cold.

Cai waited patiently, watching the plains for his sister and friend, and Ardyn. This would be fun. He hadn’t been in a melee since the newest fighters had been group tested to see where they’d suit best in the ranks. He hoped Rhaegara would be back from her search for her missing family, and, doubly so, hoped she’d return successful.

When she got back, he'd for sure be sparring her. It was high time for a rematch.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think