THE MOON IS CRUMBLING BUT THAT'S OKAY || SPARRING PRACTICE || OPEN

[BLOODHOUND.]

In the wake of the tremors, Bloodhound found themself.... restless. Perhaps it was the lack of day-to-day fighting, the lack of an arena and the bloodsport, of dipping quietly away from fans.

So perhaps, it was only natural now, for the arctic wolf to stand at the outskirts of town, away from the hustle and bustle, and provide a means of.... stress relief. It was cool day out, and the sun was cloaked by thick clouds, as far as the eye could see. It was a perfect day for this, they felt, the wind rustling through their fur. They were glad to be away from the stifling heat. They'd removed their cowl, laying it beneath a tree nearby. They considered taking off the mask, but... they would rather keep it on, if turnout was higher than expected.

"I offer sparring practice, to those who wish to hone their skills. And a means to learn, for those who choose." They say, hopefully catching someone's attention. They would have to lay down some rules, they supposed. That would come, as others drew near.

They had not yet fought another animal in this body beyond a simple hunt, and they were aching for a good workout.

THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.