Smells like teen spirit

Dream found himself in the battlefield under far less negative circumstances. For the blonde wolf fighting was ingrained into his very spirit, the dance of war singing in his blood. Victory was a taste he relished, and with a pack to defend and impress now he really couldn't afford to let his skills grow dull. And so the large male had gone off to the one place he knew would have someone looking for a fight- though granted, when he heard the call and appeared before the female, he hadn't been expecting so scent his own pack on her. He probably shouldn't have been surprised given the fact that the Armada were fighters and he hadn't even met half of them yet, so it would make sense that the odds of him running into one of them out here were pretty high.

"Another member of the Armada? Lucky me." he mused, lips quirking up into an amused smirk. The she-wolf was younger and smaller than him, but he wasn't the sort to look down on someone because of something like that. A fighting spirit was admirable, and the tone of her call and the expression on her face were enough of an indiciation of that. "Name's Dream." he he added as he took up his position across from her, waiting for her to do the same.

OOC- first spar, please forgive me if I mess up!
"Speech"