A call rang across the lands, a sound so very familiar to russet marked audits, that he immediately gave a small smile, trekking toward the source of the call. Honey gaze would search the white terrain for the icy tempest, as he would approach, sensing a fight training in the making. With his arrival, his sight was greeted by two tempests whose pelts were familiar: Misha and Elli. Misha seemingly had become more aware of herself, and defiantly more active within the pack. A dip of his head of respect would be given to the icy queen, honey gaze glimmering. His voice would sound, possibly the first spoken. "I will take note of your methods of training, for when I host my own session." His inky lips would then become sealed tight, as he would give a small whisper. "Could I perhaps spar with you?" "Speech"
