not the gravity plan

Tension defines his muscles as he prowls through the deserted plateau. Tumbleweeds grace his presence as bare trees creak in the quiet wind. Above him, the sky is still a bright, violent red color. So bright that he almost could not tell if there had been blood spilled from recent battles. The phenomenon unnerved him and made his brain itch. Something deep in his instinctual urges told him he needed to fight.

Raumr had not expected to approach a pup. While the pup was large compared to others, it was a pup nonetheless. Were they here alone? The thought perturbs him, but not enough that he'll turn down the training session. He'll go easy on the kid, but not too easy.

Stopping a few feet away, his bold, amber eyes assess the pup. His face nods gently as an easy smile crosses his scarred lips. This liger was no foreigner to battle. "Your move," Raumr's deepened honey sweet words tumble out, tail flicking anxiously behind him.

Raumr Regalus, the Third