Silvertip Mountain Heating up

Steady was strolling along, in a rather neutral mood. It wasn't that he was in a bad mood, but he wasn't exactly exceptionally happy, either. Scarlett and her condition constantly ran through his mind, and it was taking a toll on him. He wanted so much to be angry, but he wasn't an angry wolf. He knew he needed to release this emotion, though, somehow.

The smell of fresh blood reached his nose and he headed towards it, finding a fuming Zaria sitting next to it. Steady's ears flattened to his head as he lowered it a bit, his tail hanging limp between his back legs. He knew what was going on, having females in his family's pack go through it, but he got the impression that maybe Zaria herself didn't know. All she knew was she was angry all the time. Steady wondered if he could use that to both of their advantages.

Instead of greeting her in his usual upbeat and smiling manor, he decided not to beat around the bush. You take yours out on me, I'll take mine out on you, he offered seriously. They both needed a good fight, and they could both withstand what the other dished out. What he was offering wasn't just a spar. They would both end up with wounds, hopefully superficial and nothing they both hadn't gotten before. It wasn't something to be won, just to get out their pent up frustration.