She was heading eastward on another expedition to visit yet another pack. She was far overdue in visits, but she'd been pretty busy, so she supposed it was justified. Of course, on her way, she would stop at the battlefield as she felt the itch in her muscles. Hunting and running didn't quite hit it, but a spar always did. So she came looking for one before continuing on her way. These grounds were familiar to her now, so she headed to the heart of the battlefield in search of someone to spar. Would it be yet another wolf? Or some other kind of creature for once? Wolves were fun to fight and all, but she yearned for something else. Of course, those were few and far in between since wolves seemed to be abundant in the lands. Still, she'd take what she could get. With her gear adjusted, she issued a battlecry in an attempt to call someone to her for a good 'ole fashioned spar. Saga

The man found himself grouchy these days. His brother gone missing and no one else to know in these lands. Perhaps that was why Boden left, though Dûrion was more stubborn and grouchy than his sibling so leaving these lands was not in the itinerary.

His large pads crunched as he moved across the land. The dirt below was hardening some. Rain was due he presumed. Though the spring brought with it bountiful things. Fawning season, spawn season for the fish. As well as fresh opportunities to fight. A good battle was always on the half ice bear's mind. He enjoyed a good fight as much as he did a good back scratch.

His head turned as a call rang. A beckoning for battle. He didn't speed up nor stop but made his way at a comfortable pace. Upon arrival he laid his blue eyes on the femme. A white female with blue paints. Interesting. From a distance he had yet to meet too many like him, bears.

He stopped a comfortable distance and with a deep baritone spoke, "Name the terms of your battle." he was straightforward and to the point and hid his interest in her for now.

It would seem that perhaps she'd get a wish after all! It wasn't a wolf that would come to face her, but rather, another bear! Not a polar bear mind, but an ursine nonetheless. At first, she tensed as he drew closer, unsure if he was like her or if he was of the more mindless variety. But when he spoke, it was clear to her that he was of the more intelligent kind. Like her. Her head lifted and her gaze betrayed her surprise. But then her lips turned up into a grin. "I must admit, it's refreshing seeing another bear that has intelligence. You may be the first, in fact!" She commented. "My name is Saga, and the terms are quite simple. Just a spar, nothing serious. Though I don't expect you to hold back, nor would I want you to." She grinned again, amber gaze peering at him from beneath her helm as she squared herself, settling into a semi-defensive stance. She offered him a slight nod, indicating that she was ready to start. Without further hesitation, she charged at him, large paws eating away at the ground as she sought to bring them in close, a clash of giant bodies should she be successful in colliding chest to chest. Jaws would open up as she aimed to land a bite on the right side of his neck. Would he give her a good fight? Or would he pull his punches? Saga vs Durion for Spar Round: 1/? Age: Over 1yr Size: Large species Build: Heavy Offensive Battle Accessory: Rhino helm Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather armor Companion 1: Mini Polar Bear, Female - Battle Companion 2: Mini Polar Bear, Male - Battle Mutation 1: Raptor Dewclaws - Agility Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual Specialty: Knight Saga

And the winner is...

Saga	Due to not posting within the time limit, Durion loses by default. They must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out.