Strife's My Name

*Cifer* · 04-25-2013, 10:35 AM

The male traveled slowly to the battlefield. The wounds that Banshee had dealt him had been strenuous and had taken a toll on his body. Shoulders would be forever scarred and only now was he able to eat food again. They had each managed to deal each other a considerable amount of damage to each's muzzles. It'd been painful, and by the time he'd been able to begin eating again he ravenously ate whatever he could whenever he was given the chance.

Now he ventured back to the wretched place to see who was lingering there. The scent of a female reached his nostrils. Glaciem wasn't one to linger at the battlefield and claim members, but perhaps he could convince someone to join. Glaciem needed members. They needed Healers, and warriors, and hunters. The new pups that had been born would eventually have to be trained. New wolves in the pack would do them justice.

Emerald eyes looked the girl over as he approached. Shifi flew high above him keeping an eye out where Cifer could not. A soft nod was given to her. She seemed rather unsure of herself. Perhaps it was what brought her to the place. It was hard to tell. Regardless, it probably wasn't too safe for her to be lingering in the battlefield.

"My name is Cifer. What brings you to the battlefield?"

He came to a stop and then sat down a little ways away. He wanted her to feel comfortable. He wasn't like most, and had absolutely no intention in harming her, or forcing her to join his pack like most would. Glaciem worked a bit differently.

Speech,

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