Overture Downs Burning Off Some Steam

Ezekiel wasn't going too far, but after his morning patrol he had been feeling restless, and he decided to go on a short trip out of Stone Circle. At midday, he found himself in a land of rolling hills, that seemed to never end. He didn't run, for his trip was not of urgency, it was more of a thoughtful walk more than anything else. That aside, he still felt restless, and he realized that what he really wanted was to spar, or just fight. It was in his blood, the blood of a warrior. It was the one thing from Winter's Bluff that he could be proud of, and it was the skills that he had learned from them.

He caught on the the scent of a wolf nearby, and he followed it curiously. Normally Ezekiel would stay clear, but this scent was familiar to him, and he wasn't sure why. When finally he saw the wolf who had left the trail, he realized it was the male who had been so close to Easthollow and Valette when she was on her heat. He had proven himself to be courteous then, but that didn't make Ezekiel his biggest fan.

The dark grey male barked to get his attention, his chest puffed a little but not in a threatening way. Your name is Howl right? He said, trying to remember.

So Ezekiel wins this first spar?