Round 2.

A yearling no longer, the Morningstar watched the pup from a short distance - his cyan eyes soft with concern as they traced the determined, yet troubled, movements of the younger wolf. The battlefield was a harsh place, but it had it's way of drawing out strength. It seemed capable of drawing out something else, too: vulnerabilities.

"Hello," Oath called out gently, his voice carrying warmth despite the weight of the scene around them and the knowledge of what most wolves came here for. He approached slowly, his posture non-threatening, his red horns catching the fading light like flickers of fire. "You look like you've been through it. Are you alright?"

He sat down a few strides away, giving the pup space but making it clear that he wasn't leaving nor planning to attack. "I know that look. I've worn it myself a time or two. Sometimes it helps to talk about it. I'm here if you want to."

Oath's tone was calm and steady, offering understanding rather than judgment. He hoped the pup would see that he wasn't here to challenge him or belittle him, but to genuinely listen.