Fighting Mad

Xairo's gaze snapped to the source of the voice, his hackles rising instinctively at the sudden intrusion. A small pup stood before him, her stance confident and her expression playful. Maybe she was the same age as him, but she was far smaller than any other wolf he had ever met. Xairo's lip curled in a sneer. He had no time for games, especially not with a mere girl.

"Run along," he growled, his voice dripping with condescension. "This is no place for little girls." Despite his dismissive words, Xairo found himself intrigued by the fae. Her coy smirk and eager demeanor hinted at a spirit that belied her small size. Still, he couldn't help but scoff inwardly at the idea of sparring with a female, let alone one so diminutive. What challenge could she possibly present to someone like him?

"Xairo Saxe"