Dance with the devil

Alaric was in the boneyard. He had been here a few times before, only once with Maul with him. Now he had a second companion. A slate grey cane corso he now named Cinder. It was a popular place for combat and spars. That was what was exactly on his mind as he traveled through the skeletal scattered area. He wanted a fight. Not a spar. A real, bloody, fight. He lifted his head towards the sky and let loose a challenging howl. Maul and Cinder let out their own smaller howls to show that the wolf was not alone. The trio waited patiently for a reply to the challenge or for someone to appear on the horizon. Alaric wondered just exactly who would show up to fight him. He confident in his abilities to handle himself rather well.