put 'em up

Growing into himself, coming into his own. Wake is growing into the long limbed, athletic, handsome man-- much like his father. The same build but louder. Everything about Wake is loud, including his presence on the battlefield today. Behind his siblings in his skills, he has more catching up to do than he'd like to admit. It's not a desire to catch up, but a desire to not get his ass handed to him, you know?

Winter sun chilly over his shoulders as he arrives within the wasteland that is the battlefield. Midday, though there's no reprieve from the cold. A bracing chill carries his call. Wake is out and looking for a fucken' brawl, no more and no less.

WAKE UP