Justice loped through the battlefield with a casualness born of long familiarity with the locale, her burly bear-like form keeping up the pace easily. Her life had for years revolved around the physical and with each stride the play of muscle beneath her dark coat made that fitness clear. She might not have the fancy armor or weapons or mutations other wolves had, but she had the drive to pull her through - though the ropey scar down her face said well enough that not everything always went her way.

Surprisingly enough Justice wasn't actually here for a fight, though she wouldn't pass up a spar if it happened to come her way. That's why she was here alone rather than with the witness pack rules said she should bring with her to watch and confirm her spars, because she was here for something different.

See, Aurielle had promoted Justice to a beta rank, and while Justice wasn't the most responsible wolf in the world she took Valhalla's safety very seriously, and when it came down to it she just wasn't at all satisfied with the number of wolves they could field, both in patrols and in an emergency situation like a raid. She was fairly sure Aurielle would be off looking for wolves who'd fill other niches in the pack that she was building - hunters and crafters and such - but that wasn't Justice's jurisdiction. She cared primarily about adding to the battle roster, and anything other than that was just icing. And where else did you look for possible fighters, but the battlefield?

She scaled a fall tree with a casual leap and stood atop it, eyes scanning with a relaxed air.

He stepped foot on what he found to be called the battlefield for the first time. Since arriving in these lands, he kept to himself...but he was feeling like the solitary lifestyle wasn't suited well for him. He missed his kingdom, his home...but things had taken a turn to the point he was forced to leave, else he risked being killed. He still wore a heavy heart for everyone he'd left behind...everyone who, by this point in time, had likely been killed, enslaved, or forced into fear to follow the tyrants that had taken over. He still searched for his missing siblings and whomever else might have survived...though he always wondered if anyone had made it out.

He trekked across the field with no destination in particular, mainly just checking it out. He could smell the old blood and new, the scents mingling together, creating a scent mixture that he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at. Eventually he found a small pool of water, and Zeus decided it was time for a drink. Approaching the pool, he stood by it and started to drink, his focus being on that along with his thoughts on his past, he wasn't aware he was in the sight of the wolfess nearby.

From her vantage point on the fallen tree, she watched a russet and cream male wander her way. Unlike most of the wolves who came here, he didn't seem to be wandering for any purpose - that was, he didn't have a sharp gaze out for any potential opponents like he was looking for a fight. She dropped to her haunches, then to her belly, as the minutes ticked by and he came closer, though no one else had appeared on the horizon so she kept glancing back to him. He still seemed to be coming her general direction, but didn't so much as glance at her. By the time he stopped next to her perch for a drink, still without noticing her, she was grinning widely in amusement. Sure she was drably colored so she didn't expect to draw anyone's attention in a crowd, but he must be really out of it to have not noticed her laying there. "Hey, buddy," she said playfully. "You seem like you're lost - lookin' for something?"

"Hey, buddy," His head jerked up and turned her way the moment he heard her, ears perking first before falling back. He hadn't expected someone to be sitting there, and he briefly wondered for how long she'd been there and if she'd been watching him. "I'm not lost just...getting my bearings around here." Okay. So he wasn't physically lost. He had been lost in thought which was why he hadn't noticed her there, but he didn't need to tell her that. He looked the woman over for a moment, noting her burly appearance and figured she must be the warrior type. While he wasn't here to fight, he wouldn't let one slip by him if that's what she was here for. He turned to face her so as not to keep her back to her. That would be impolite, wouldn't it? "You here for a fight or something? Seems that's what a lot of others come here to do from the looks of it."

Not him though. But if one presented itself, he'd take the opportunity. But he also wasn't sure if he was in the mood for one...regardless, if she didn't fight him, some other stranger probably would have taken advantage of his distractions and attacked him.

Her grin spawned a laugh as he startled. "Not particularly," she said in response to his question, stretching her way back to her feet like some odd bear-cat hybrid. "Usually yes, I'd be here looking for a fight just like everyone else. Today I'm looking for fighters." She dropped down from her perch with a thud. She wasn't a particularly graceful wolf, too burly to move like a dancer and all, but she was still a warrior to her bones and she stuck the landing casually. "I'm in charge of the warriors in my home pack, Valhalla," she explained. "And as a ranking wolf I'm expected to recruit for the pack, so just makes sense to me to recruit fighters. Where better to recruit a warrior, than a battlefield?" She gestured at the plains around them. "Course, I'd never turn down a fight, but I'm not looking for one. What about you? What are you looking for?"