Getting Down & Dirty

His first match had been quite a way to warm up. He rested for a bit before looking for another. He remained in the same place, stretching his legs and shaking the dust from his fur before throwing his head back and calling for another spar partner. He had the mind to up the stakes this time, but he supposed it all depended on who showed up. He took a deep breath and settled his mind. Calming himself despite his better nature. He didn't particularly like dealing with non-Abraxas wolves...or those that were nowhere near his level of holiness, so to speak. He was a descendant of the fallen God, after all. And while some of the mortals that walked this plane were alright, others were just plain dumb for his taste.