Live In Fear

Alaric had been travelling all over it seemed. From the southern Auster to the north, now the west. He definitely got around but not in the usual ladies man type of way. Was he handsome? Some seem to think so. He struggled with the scars on his face and body but overall didn't exactly think he was ugly. However it was deep in these thoughts he was travelling through the forest, his cane corso behind him, when a call broke through the trees. Someone wanted to spar. He would oblige them. He motioned to Maul to follow as he travelled to the source of the sound. When he got there, it was a man he had not met before. He gave him a nod of his head.

"Hello. I'm Alaric. I heard your call." Alaric took notice of the man's pale yellow eyes. He cleared his throat, wondering if the man was truly blind or not. "What are the conditions of the fight? No companions, no blood drawn, etc?" He asked bluntly. He wanted all the ground rules laid out before he began. Already, Alaric was getting himself set up in a defensive state of being. He was preparing himself physically and mentally for it to begin. Maul stood close behind him, eyeing the other wolf.