don't mind me, just out for blood

It had been a while since he had been here. In fact, it'd been a while since he'd been in Boreas. He had taken some...personal time...away from the land he was born in, but he was back now and his first stop was the battlefield. The bright blue antlers atop his head had been something he'd gotten used to long ago. They weren't absurdly bright in color, but they were a softer cerulean blue, or akin to the fireflies that made up that weird firefly guy that had temporarily removed his antlers...luckily for him, they had grown back. Albeit a different color, but he had learned his lesson that day and decided he didn't need to be anymore special than he already was.

Almost as soon as he arrived at the battlefield, he heard a call from someone looking for what he assumed was a spar. Altering his course, he walked on until he found him. Of course, the caller was larger than him, complete with a unique set of mutations he hadn't seen yet. "You lookin' for something in particular? Or just something to stretch your muscles?" He asked with some mild curiosity. Was this guy looking for something specific? He smelled like a pack...but not one that he was familiar with. Maybe he could feel him out and ask some questions when they were done...

"Speech"