Feed 'em some lava!

The wound in his side made by the trespasser plains wolf, Zhavvi, had not healed entirely. But it was better, it did not hurt too much when he hunted or chased away any annoying wolves or predators and he knew that he was on his speedy way to complete recovery. Arverk had not forgotten Iqniq's promise to spar with him and had hoped the day would come soon, his departure with Tonravik had given the swarthy whale time to recover from the most serious of wounds and now, despite the fact it hadn't healed completely, Arverk was ready for the spar he was promised.

The whale had been diligently patrolling the borders of the Spine when a howl rang through the air, calling for him. Black ears pricked and he recognized the voice immediately, Arverk shifted his smoky black paws uneasily, unsure if he should go there immediately and abandon his patrol or finish his patrol before going to Iqniq. Quickly making up his mind, the Roman's nostrils flared and his ears swiveled around, once he made sure no one uninvited was around, he made his way to the Alpha Male.

Arverk arrived swiftly, fierce blue gaze easily analyzing his surroundings before alighting on the familiar golden form of his leader. Tail lowered, his body posture befitting one of his rank, the ebony male moved forward silently.