The ashen male was in a mood for a good spar, but wasn't in a mood to get a million scars. A training fight with one of his packmates would be nice, one that knew how to fight and would prove to be a good opponent. Someone like the Creek's new Beta, Scimitar. He wondered if anyone wanted to spar today, anyone from the Creek.

He approached the Creek edge and bent down to lap up some water, usually the wolves of Swiftcurrent would be near the Creek at all times, it was a great source for fresh water and prey at the same time and surely, today someone would come by and perhaps they, too were in a mood for a fight.

The sterling outrider raised his head from the water, shook himself and gazed around wondering who would be the first to approach the Creek, if they actually came, that is.

"How're you?"

"Kaskara," he turned, drawling slightly, a faint smile on his lips. "Great! Can't be better." That is, if you choose to spar with me because if you don't, I'll become a grumpy old badger. He smiled, "So you do know my name after all.", his gaze locked with her bi-colored eyes before moving away.

"So what are you up to?" he asked at an attempt for a conversation, this was not going to fail. He wasn't going to end this with an awkward silence where they both awkwardly go. No. She was Scimitar's sister, no doubt she was also a good fighter. A good sparring opponent.

"I've just returned from a trip to the Kinta Flatlands. I didn't know what I was looking for, honestly, but I found out that someone who I thought was dead isn't." said Kaskara, laughing softly. "So that's good."

He smiled faintly, "That's good," he echoed. He watched as she drank water from the Creek before asking another question. "Have any big plans for the day?" she asked. He tilted his head slightly to the left, silver eyes gleaming. "Yes," he spoke softly. "I'm looking for a spar partner," he said.

He did not say anything else, instead waited for her reaction wondering how she would react to his words. He had merely stated it, not requested her to be his spar partner but perhaps she too, was in need for a good spar.

He shrugged, "To train, get better at fighting." he tilted his head and looked at her. "Your brother's a good fighter, although I defeated him in the end." his platinum gaze wandered towards the Creek before snapping back towards Kaskara. "You wanna spar with me? You do know how to fight, right?" he said the last bit in a joking tone.

If she wanted to fight, great. If she didn't, well not good and he'll just have to walk past her and find someone who knew how to fight and wanted to spar. And it would take time to find wolves who wanted to spar. Kaskara was right in front of him so hopefully she'll want to spar too.

At least it wasn't a brutal pack where everything was a battle, bloodshed everywhere, even in the pack he thought bitterly, when she said that Gladius wolves were quick to anger and slow to forgive, he smiled. "And so are the Angels of Death." he replied quietly. He was one of the only few that actually knew the meaning of his last name. Angel of Death

He moved slightly to get a better balance and eyed Kaskara. Ears swiveling forward and tail flicking slowly as he analyzed the situation.