Round two

The ground was icy and slushy beneath his black paws. Alaric was in the mood to train and behind him lugged his two loyal cane corsos, Maul and Cinder. The hounds did not care for the cold, as they had much shorter pelt than Alaric. Alaric promised them that they would be free from the cold soon and head north, back to the warmth of summer. He tipped his head up right and let out a call for arms. He wanted to fight. He waited patiently for a worthy opponent to come into view. He wondered who it would be this time. He had a suspicion someone who knew might show up.