this'll be a blast

Admittedly, he was enjoying sparring in the Battlefield. Not that he was enticed to spill the blood of others, but keeping himself fit and in practice was a good thing. If he wished to climb the ladder of success to lead a pack, no a pride, he would need to be more than adept at fighting. It was a hard thing for the liger to admit since he wanted as much peace as possible.

With his own offensive device attached to his tail, imagine a spikey whip, Raumr prowls across the dusty and barren landscape. He sees not much today for opportunity until a high-pitched howl forces his ears to flicker backward. A dog? Wild? Not wolf? That must be... not right. More curious than intent on fighting, Raumr approaches slowly, carefully. Massive frame lowered toward the ground as he indeed gets close enough to notice the collie. Interesting, indeed.

His gaze flicks to the older boy, not paying him much attention. This would be between him and boy. Laying proper attention onto the collie, Raumr lifts a brow and reveals that humbly sweet smile. "Your move, boy," he rumbles in deepened honeyed tones.

Raumr Regalus, the Third