Ashen Empire Tournament Main thread

Albion was the only representative of his pack so as the boy approached the commotion he was sure to hold his head high. Already his legs were long and thin, so he was tall for his age. Still, he wasn’t quite six months old yet and the room to grow was glaringly obvious. Massive puppy paws carried the boy through the forest to find the group of wolves who would make up this tournament. Albion didn’t recognize any of the faces, but he was fully aware that most of the wolves around him were related in some way. The Klein name sprawled over Auster and Boreas, and he was only a small part. That didn’t deflate his own sense of superiority though.

One aspect Albion was not so thrilled about was the sun beating down on them. He’d grown up in the long dark, he was a nocturnal being, so he hoped the daylight would not affect his performance today. Already he was squinting so it didn’t seem very likely. Albi tried to keep his expression proud and neutral as he quietly approached and observed his surroundings and the other wolves gathered.

"Albion Baskara Klien"