Almost There

The battlefield was the farthest Charlie had traveled alone to date. As he walked across the dry earth his ears were perked forward. The scent of blood could be found here… and he wondered if his own would soon join it. Besides him Yorrick padded along and Silveris rested on his back as the yearling made his way. A woman was coming into view, a bloodied stranger taking his leave from her. She was unfamiliar to Charlie and though she held a pack scent it was not one he was familiar with. He glanced at Yorrick as she howled. She hadn't noticed them approaching yet but they had come for the same reason she called: A spar.

As he approached the femme he noticed she was a bit older, probably old enough to have children of her own. She was worn out but her intent was clear in the fact she wanted to go another round. Charlie would pause with roughly five feet of distance between them and tip his head respectfully to the woman. "I am Charlton Fatalis of the Armada, miss. I will be your next opponent." The yearling immediately settled into a widened stance and instinctively put up the defenses he'd started to feel were second nature now. Yorrick settled into place on his right while Silveris took to the skies on his left. A polite smile was on his face as he gave her a nod.

"First move is yours if you'd like it."

"Speech," 'Thought.'