Can I Play With Madness?

A howl would reach his ears as he wandered, Vrel refused to stick around that cat anymore than he had to. The howl was coming from the battlefield, his paws would carry him there at a pace that couldn’t get him there quick enough. He arrived to smell the acrid scent of old blood, as the scent reached his nose he grinned. He was in the mood for a fight alright, it was time to prove his manhood once again. He had to prove not just to himself but anyone who would listen that he could win in a fight, losing to cats was one thing but to lose to a wolf was something he doubted he would ever come back from so he had to win this. He would approach the other wolf with a glint in his eyes, “You called for a fight.”