Greek Takeover

Tarnish pawed at the bandages on his face. He was generally on the mend but the right side of his face was still swollen, the wounds weepy and sore. Still, wounded or not when he heard the call for a pack challenge echo out across the battlefield he felt like a distraction would do him some good. Gathering his things, his companions, and some strong whiskey, he headed out to see the show.

There was already a good size audience and his sight zeroed in on his sisters as he sauntered over to them, flopping next to Siduri as she spoke. "Well, if they fail to draw blood, we could do it for them." He shot her a mischievous grin. It had seemed awhile since he'd spent time with his littermates. The whirling of his mind post illness had caused a strange separation, a veil between himself and the world. The pounding in his face from his would kept him anchored and despite the pain he was feeling better than he had in awhile.

Tarnish coiled his hind legs beneath him, his forepaws fiddling with the whiskey bottle, claws clinking against glass. He was ready to relax and enjoy the show but all the same wanted to be ready should any tertiary fights begin.