It's been 80 years

Raumr did not think he would be a very ambitious liger, but upon his arrival to Auster and what had transpired so far, he felt there a need for him. A need for his capabilities and strengths, even his weaknesses. The cats here in this land were without a leader, someone to guide them, foster them, and protect them. He could be that leader. A just and noble leader that cared for any and all that crossed into his territory.

But for that to happen, he would need to prove himself. Raumr was no idiot when it came to knowing how the political ladder worked. If he was not adept at fighting, he would stand no chance at making it out in the world of the wolves. So here he was, prowling the lands for a spar or two to freshen up his skills. Seeking out a wolf willing to tango with him... or a polar bear? His eyes light up with curiosity as he sees the massive white beast. Oh, this should be interesting!

Approaching the bear with steady steps, Raumr sizes her up. It's clear on his face that he is excited and eager for what she has to show him. "I have never fought a bear before," he begins, a cheeky smile curling the edges of his lips. "But I suppose that will change today," Raumr says, inviting Saga to make the first move as he stretches out into a bow with his arms stretched out and chest sweeping the ground.

Raumr Regalus, the Third