He had heard a certain call from the other side of the battlefield. And the moment he did he set himself towards it. And it would seem, the closer he got the more scents would fill his nostrils, fueling him on as a certain need clawed at his belly. Sin hadn't fought in some time, though perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to do so. He'd arrive to hear the words "count me in", and ahead of him would be a pelt and figure familiar to him. It was one of the whelps that had grown up in Glaciem, so did this perhaps mean that his father had fallen? Well, that wasn't surprising.
He then looked towards the commotion of such a gathering, a large male going against a smaller female, and another woman nearby licking her wounds. He then saw the white lion, and everyone else standing around and cheering on their support or that they wanted a piece of the action. He approached though kept to himself, somewhat away from the group as a sneer spread upon his lips. "I'd like a piece of this" He'd say it loud enough for Valentine, and perhaps others to hear. Though he was a possible stranger to them, he didn't care. The call he had heard had a certain ring to it, and if that's what the larger male wanted then he would get it. And he had quite the line of autographs to sign too.
