Make Your Move

It was early morning, as early as the man normally awakened. Patrolling was on the roster for later in the day, but he would start with stretching his muscles just a bit. A spar was in order, and he had the perfect candidate in mind. It had been heard through one route or another that his cousin, Chrysanthe, had been engaging in quite a few spars in the battlefield. Leon hated leaving Valhalla for long, but he hoped that she might take him up on his offer here on their home turf, where each could learn and adapt to fighting in - and eventually for - their beloved Valhalla. Blue eyes would slowly shut as his cranium lifted upward, singing a song for his cousin. His tone was light, and perhaps just a bit eager. If she chose not to come he would understand. She was a beta in training, and no doubt had a lot to do. He, on the other hand, really did hope she would come. A spar would be a nice event, not just for the two of them, but for any other Valhallans who wanted to watch the action.

He'd just been named Lead Warrior, and already Leon was calling forth a spar. He hoped it wouldn't seem too eager, but in all truth he was rusty at best at fighting. He hadn't fought in a very long time, and a spar would be a good warm-up in case - god forbid - someone were to threaten his home and family. Leon was certain it would be a good way to spend time with his cousin as well. He'd recently gotten to visit with Epiphron, and wanted to see Chrysanthe, and then eventually the boys as well. His family meant everything to him. Leon thought about these things as he stood near the center of Valhalla, a placid smile on his face and a gentle wag in his tail.

"speeeeech"