You didn't have to cut me off

Veigar hadn't wandered far from home for awhile, not since he'd convinced Aryn to return to Habari. His sight was only growing worse by the day too. Its steady decline continued, more obvious as the weeks went on though he wondered if anything could be done to halt it. So far he hadn't told anyone but Viscera about it and he hoped he wouldn't have to. It was currently still manageable - he could still see things, they were just blurry, and when they were really far away they were really blurry. At least he wasn't worried about losing track of where he was, or even navigating, not yet at least. That was a problem for another day, one he'd figure out when he got there and no sooner.

But until then, he was determined to make up for his waning sight in other ways. He needed to learn to fight properly, against real opponents, not just bouncing practice off kids in Habari. That was why his paws brought him here, to this place stained with blood that reeked of decay. A call to fight reached his ears just in time and he took off, panting by the time he reached the origin of the howl. This stranger was older than him, since he'd just barely turned a year old, but he was ready nonetheless. "You looking to fight?" Veigar asked, tilting his head as he fixed his pale stare on the stranger, trying to focus on his crisp red eyes but watching them remain unfocused even as he drew a few steps closer.