let's rock this joint

Atreus trotted south, and south, and south some more, before he finally came to the land he'd been told to find if he wanted to get experience fighting strangers. He'd camped close by that night, devoured a rabbit in the chilly autumn evening, and now this morning he'd arrived as the sun was still barely over the horizon to survey the land. It wasn't particularly impressive compared to his own wild, mountainous home. Just a kind of flattish plain with a few rocks and some ponds. The autumn-browned grasses were splashed in places with blood, though, and he could smell it thickly in the air, as though it had soaked so much of the earth as to be a permanent fixture. He could get behind that. He stalked around a bit longer to get his bearings on the terrain before he stopped and raised his heavy muzzle to call out for an opponent, as he'd been instructed.