A little pent up

Xephyris paced the ancient riverbed restlessly, his eyes scanning up the great marbled rock walls. Though a sight to behold at first, he grew bored of it. He'd seen it already. He needed something to do, something to get him working with this pack. He hadn't done his part since arriving and he knew he needed to get busy. So he would start by brushing up on his skills and pitting himself against a pack mate who knew what they were doing. He needed to see how rusty he'd gotten, and how he compared with the others.

So he would march to the center of the riverbed, his claws scraping over the shining rocks, and lift his head to the sky. A deep, gravelly howl would leave him, calling to the pack's fighting commander. He hoped that the brute would show and help him figure out what he had to improve on to make himself an asset to Sonticus.