show me your thorns

Incubus was restless. After having been put on bed rest for the indefinite future he really did follow through with it. He was a good boy and minded the pack's healer. Only getting up to do standard patrols, check in on others from time to time, and maybe a small hunt here or there. But, on this morning he woke up with nothing but the desire to go get his fangs bloodied. The urge brought the brute all the way to the Battlefield. His sprained tail felt better with the aid of the herbs Seere prescribed, he was no longer just existing in constant pain. But it would take time for the actual injury to heal. All in all a spar would likely set him back but he absolutely needed to get out some of this pent up energy.

Large paws beat down on the earth like war drums as the beast made his way through the Battlefield to an open ring. The stale stench of dry blood filled his nose as those heavy strides slowed to a complete stop. Incubus soothed his breathing as mismatch eyes took in the area. It did not seem like anyone was around. Thus, the Klein shot his head up towards the clouds and let forth a call. Summoning an opponent.