There's a New Kid In Town

The battlegrounds were indeed a place where grim things could be found. Just as many wolves came here to settle serious disputes as they did partake in harmless spars, and the evidence of that could be seen everywhere; from the bloodstained ground and patches of fur, to the old bones or decomposing corpses of wolves who'd never made it out. It was a place where Alphas could beat a lesser wolf into submission for a claim or friendships could be formed over friendly combat- but which one you were likely to find was never quiet certain. It was a dangerous dance that many wolves -wisely so- chose to keep out of.

And then there were those like Dream, who seemed to get their kicks flirting with danger.

His presence there was far from nefarious- the dark blonde wolf wasn't really into the shadier side of things that took place out here- and yet it was still a fight he was looking for. The kind didn't matter to him in the long run; weather you were some asshole that just liked to try and sink your fangs into strangers or weather you were out here looking to train it was really all the same to him. A fight was a fight. Granted, he tried to keep away from wolves who lacked basic self-control, mainly because getting maimed or killed over what was essentially all a big training session to him was hardly on his list of things to do, but he knew it was all a game of chance when it came to who you were going to cross paths with out here.

Today it seemed like his first encounter would be with a female dire-wolf. He didn't recognize her and couldn't catch the scent of a pack on her fur, but she was as good as any wolf to test th waters with. "Hey!" he called out to her, "You here to spar?"