Red Rover, Red Rover, Send Sally On Over!

He’d been gone from this place way too long. He needed practice, he needed to work off the flab. And now that he was all better, he could get on that right now. His large red frame ambled onto the rolling, torn, bloodstained and bone strewn landscape, sapphire eyes scanning the surroundings. Cinder was home with the pups, father, mother, and Zuriel. Tornach was ill. It seemed whatever Regulus and his mother had been under the weather with had managed to snag his little brother in it’s jaws. He’d done a few practice and teaching rounds with his mother, and now he wanted to try them out on someone new.

He chose a nice flat spot, free of rocks, sticks and dead wolves, and looked around, settling into a balanced, stance. When he felt ready, he tipped his head up and sang a call for a sparring partner. What would he face today? He didn’t think he was ready for a tiger yet, but it would be interesting to see who came to play. He might even find someone his own size. It was so nice to be able to breathe without sneezing. A sneeze during any fight, spar or serious, wouldn’t bode very well. Who would come.