LET ME BE YOUR KNIGHT

*Alena* · 11-12-2013, 07:28 AM

This place held nothing but memories of defeat and failure now. This used to be a second home for her, somewhere she could come for a spar, for some fun. But now... the scent of blood that was caked on the ground only brought anger up in her. She stood resolutely on the edge of the battlefield as the sun began to rise, the cool, late autumn wind ruffling her thick, ivory fur. Her scar, the huge mark along her right shoulder, was the souvenir from her last visit to the battlefield. What would she leave with this time?

If she was going to challenge for one of the higher positions in her pack, she needed to practice and get back in shape. Alena had worked hard at restoring the muscle in her shoulder, but she hadn't even glanced at a spar since the day Canttina took her pack. Now was as good a time as any to practice! She moved toward the center of the field at a leisurely pace, her paws silent on the partially frozen ground, her stance calm and sure.

She caught the scent of a wolf on the breeze. A Glaciem wolf at that. She glanced in the direction of the scent, spotting the male in the distance. He looked young, but even young wolves could be good opponents. She knew Amenti and Glaciem weren't exactly friends since Amenti had ties to Valhalla, but honestly Alena didn't care about all the politics. She turned her course toward him, keeping her stance non-threatening for now. Besides, all she wanted was a friendly spar.

"Hello," she said simply as she slowed to a stop several feet from him, her violet gaze looking him over curiously. "What brings you out here? Looking for a spar perhaps? I'd be glad to oblige if you are."

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