[Citadel] Devil’s Trap

Citadel had been sneaking out since he was just a boy. He was well practiced at dodging his packs patrols, and knowing when his parents would be busy. Now? Now… he was still a boy. But a larger, braver one. Old enough to know there was danger, but young enough to think he was immune to it.

He trotted onto the battlefield, and his raven immediately spotted the stranger that was already there. Angling his path towards them, Citadel trotted fearlessly their way. He grinned at the stranger, golden eyes bright with curiosity. “Here for a spar?” He asked her, looking her up and down and putting on an expression that seemed to say he wasn’t impressed with what he saw. Smartass that he was.