Don't Make Me Think (SPAR)

Baldur shook out his coat and paused for a moment to take a deep breath before howling for Galahad, a recent joinee to Ebony. It would be a good chance to train and perhaps ease some of the guilt Baldur felt at leaving the pack. At least with young, strong members joining he didn't feel quite as bad. Letting loose the call he waited for his opponent to appear. Linne? had moved off out of the way and was sitting patiently for the show to start.


Baldur felt a frown tug at his face a bit. Sigmarr had left last night? the boy had made it clear that he appreciated what Baldur was trying to do but he didn't see him as family. Probably wouldn't ever. Baldur was wasting his time, they were too old for a father figure to suddenly morph out of the blue. In some ways it made his decision to return to Thor and the others easier. But in some ways it still made him feel guilty. Baldur sighed and shook the thoughts from his brain. He was ready for this spar and hoped his opponent didn't mind him going all out. He needed something brutal. Something a bit more violent to pull his mind from his body if only for a few moments.



"Speech"