My lonely logic finds [spar]

*Quelt* · (This post was last modified: 07-08-2014, 03:16 PM by Quelt.)

The battlefield, he had been here twice before. Although he had never really finished or had a good fight when he arrived. This time was different, he came here to train. He was going to need it after all, with all his future plans. Along with the boiling rage within his ribcage after the death of one of his friends who fell off of a cliff. Now, he was also in charge of helping taking care of his children, though Abaven was a wonderful pack he was certain the whelps would be fine. The large brute stood up and his bi colored orbs looked for someone who would be a suitable match.
It wasn't like he was mean, but fighting ran in his blood. As it did with many wolves which he was sure a civil spar wouldn't be a problem. Of course he'd be venting his anger a little, but what was the harm in that? His black tail curled as he took in a deep breath and then let it out to relax. Ears forward, he waited for someone to come to him.

Speech,

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My lonely logic finds [spar]

Quelt