Grimshaw vs. Yaeume

When it was finally time to pair off and settle into the first round of the spar, Grimshaw was quick to rise and look around the group that had gathered. Some others had gathered after him, though not many. He didn't recognize many of the wolves, just the few from the Armada that had showed their faces. Eager to fight someone that wasn't part of the Armada, he avoided eye contact with any of his pack mates that may have been looking his way. He wondered if he would see Malachai, but just the simple thought of that alone brought a bit of fear to him. After that night, what would happen if they sparred in front of everyone? Grimshaw wasn't so sure he exactly understood what the racing heart and fluttery feeling was, but finding out in the middle of a spar in front of everyone would ideally not be on his schedule today. With that, his silver eyes quickly settled on a spotted pink female and he wandered over. She seemed to be of equal size and strength, so Grimshaw figured this would be a pretty fair fight. Either he could win and maybe have a chance at winning the whole thing (but possible have to face Malachai if he was here), or he could lose and just cheer him on silently from the background. Grimshaw wasn't so sure which he wanted more, but the possibility to train against so many other wolves was an opportunity that he couldn't pass up.

Walking over to the female, he nodded. He didn't care much to know her name, only to get the spar started already, but he figured it would be rude otherwise. Grimshaw didn't particularly care, he had plenty of other things to worry about, but his mind was all over the place already. Might as well consider the feelings of someone else before he even stop to think deeper about his own feelings, right?

"I'm Grimshaw, want to fight?" He really didn't know how to start something like this, but starting sooner rather than later was better for him.

"Speech."