rough & tumble

Ok, noted! Drashiel is about 9-10 months old and 120 pounds. Shall we make this no defaults or would you like to set a particular time limit to replies?

Sunlight stroked the gray coat of the Armada male as he lay stretched out on his belly across a boulder. Last night had been cool, as it always was this far north, and Drashiel had taken to sunning himself as he tried to warm up for the day ahead. A yawn escaped his lips for a moment and he half debated taking a nap when a lone call caught his attention. Kyarst? What on earth was this about? It sounded important but not terribly frightful so Drashiel was fairly confident there wasn't any sort of threat to the young one's life. Drashiel headed off at an easy trot, lightly stretching and warming his muscles as he went. He'd planned to patrol the borders of the Marble Wash and would need to have himself limbered up and in good shape just in case he ran into any distasteful loners. The young wolf made a mental note to ask his father or someone of rank what exactly the duty of the Bloods was. Coming to a stop, Drashiel saw Kyarst leaning up against a boulder, relaxing. He grinned, the young one was certainly growing up fast. "Hey Kyarst, what's going on?" "Speech"