LET ME BE YOUR KNIGHT
11-11-2013, 11:25 PM
The yearling had made a home in Glaciem, he quite liked the land, but hoped to serve it better than anyone else. He didn't know much, having lacked the proper training thus far, due to all the siege drama in the packs. That was what brought him to the edge of the battlefield, mostly he wanted to watch some spars, pick up some tips and learn a few things hopefully, but perhaps the opportunity would present itself for him to jump into a spar and learn a few things. The white lad found himself, settled on the edge of the field, his ears leaned forward, eyes scanning the land eagerly. It was quiet, he didn't see anyone else, and a sigh left him. Perhaps he had arrived to early in the dawn light to find anyone else sparring? Well, he supposed it was a good a time as any to explore. Moving into the field, he walked his nose close to the ground, sniffing, taking in scents and waiting for someone to appear. Speech, |