trauma can be illuminating

During his travels with the yearlings, Rhazien had caught wind of a rumor. Just like back home, there was a common grounds for battling other wolves, whether it be for practice, sport, or to the death. Given Rhazien’s hot-headed nature, he couldn’t resist the temptation of seeing what type of warriors this continent had to offer. And so, while his little brood of yearlings was off exploring by themselves, he took the opportunity to see the battlefield for himself.

The scenery wasn’t unusual to him- a snow-covered expanse of plains, miscellaneously splattered in blood where battles had taken place. As he walked through the territory, excitement was welling inside of him, the need to affirm his prowess apparent in the way he carried himself. Striding through the plains, his head tipped back and he called for an opponent to come and spar with him. After his summons he suddenly came to a halt, an animalistic snort escaping his nostrils as he waited for someone to answer.

"Speech"