Coran journeyed north to the Battlefield. The more he thought on the idea of starting up a band the more he was sure it was what he wanted to do, but he still doubted his leadership skills as well as those to defend his pack. Ardyn had always been the better fighter and if he was honest he was pretty sure his sisters could also kick his butt. So much time spent wandering, very little of it purposefully training. Well, not it was time to get started.
Coran scouted out the barren field, finding a clearing filled with short golden grass. Gray clouds gathered above as he tipped back his head and howled for an opponent. Time to shake off the dust.
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