Grace

Eligos tilted his head to study the wolf who had approached him. Not as tall as Eligos was now, he was as tall as Eligos had been before the incident with the witch but built in such a way as to seem a burly, stumpy creature to the alpha. The stranger was polite enough to ask for any rules Eligos might like, and the Abraxas considered a moment. "No rules necessary," he said after a beat of thought. It would get him fighting fit sooner, to participate in full on brawling rather than a carefully constructed duel, and you learned more about someone in such a fight than in the stilted confines of rules. Tilting his head, he gestured for the stranger to take the first move, his bloodred eyes studying the man as he waited.