A little pent up

Xephyris glared at the male that approached him, clearly annoyed at having been summoned. Silver eyes studied him, recognizing Kreft from the pack's meeting, when Arian had promoted him to commander. The ranked male wasted no time as he bluntly asked Xephyris who he was. It would seem he had gone overlooked, but he shrugged it off - he knew why he wasn't recognized amongst his packmates. "My name is Xephyris, we've not met but I have seen you around," he began casually, trying to ignore the other wolf's irritability, "Our President mentioned you at the meeting a while back, so I know you are her fight commander." He didn't want to further irritate the male by being long-winded - though he was certain it might give Kreft a reason to spar with him - so he would get to the point. "I was hoping you could show me where I am lacking in battle so that I can improve," he requested, raising a brow in question. He clenched his toes, eyeing the male as his claws dug into the cold earth, hoping that Kreft would indulge his request.