Scratch dirt

It'd been a long while since Veigar had done any proper training, and with things changing within Insomnia he thought it time he ought to really climb out of the shadows. At least with Medusa ruling he'd felt like he had a place here, felt he'd really earned a spot among his packmates, though with things changing he was fearful his merits might not be seen so clearly. Not that he really believed in himself - but if he pretended he did, at least he could convince others, right?

His raven companion soared overhead, no doubt keeping an eye on his journey. It took far longer for him to get to the battlefield than it would most wolves, his movements careful, always stopping to examine his surroundings as best as he could. Once he drew closer, he heard a call summoning someone to spar them. As quickly as he could he moved to answer them, his head only half-lifted when he finally approached.

His hazy eyes were unfocused, though he always sought to give the illusion that he did not lack sight. His nostrils flared as he tasted the stranger's scent, trying to figure out what he could about them... which wasn't much at all. But he'd figure it out as he went, he always did. "Let's fight," he stated, as much a question as anything else, as he prepared himself - settling into a more defensive stance, clearly inviting the stranger to initiate.