Playground
Marauder
Scout
06-01-2023, 06:06 AM
His expression was anything but happy. Annoyed, angered, frustrated, if it had a name that was related to sour, it was stamped across his face. Why? Because he was lost. Again. Maybe he should stop drinking. Eh, that was a questionable decision. Last he had known, he had made it to the oasis, found some leftover booze from that pack that hadn’t lasted more than a season, and drank it down. The intense burn still lined is throat as he had attempted to make his way back to Pirate lands. When the wind had kicked up and swirled plumes of sand around him, he found himself staring at this staircase leading up into a shadowed hallway. On the other side, he could hear the raucous noise lifting up into the sky. Still only slightly buzzed, his curiosity may have gotten the better of him. He was here now, wasn’t he? Might as well give it a look. From what he could see, other wolves were trailing in and heading up the stairs as if they had been here before. His brow furrowed slightly. Had this always been here? Flicking his ears back as he began to climb the stairs, the youngster made it up onto the walkway fairly quickly. Blinking against the bright sun as he looked down into the bowl, he watched for a moment as two wolves went for each other. This would be perfect for Tate’s fight club. Scald thought to himself as he glanced around. Off to his side, he saw a female, slightly older than him, also staring down at the scuffle with an amazed look on her face. Approaching her without much hesitation, Scald tossed his chin in the direction of the fight. “We’re ya thinkin’ of havin’ a go at it?” He asks casually with a smirk lining his lips. S C A L D
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