Moonspear halfway to a donut

Trade thread! Anyone wanting to spar / work on Mercenary with me?

Things were settling together nicely. He had a place to sleep, he had high esteem within the pack - at least from his perspective - and soon Lazarus would make that final push towards that which he coveted most: the dark woman. He had successfully proven his might to the young Beta, even met the reigning king upon the mountain (whom he had a low opinion of by virtue of his rank and age), and Lazarus now spent his time pacing before his den. He was antsy, eager, and in need of a good expulsion of energy. Perhaps he should have begun courting the woman Ame by now? It was a decent time to start, yet Lazarus held off on his desires; she would not be appeased by a mere Beta (especially if it was all in his own head). He would need to do much more than that to be worthy of her. The beast turned on his heel and marched along the ridge, then turned again and moved in another direction, either unsure of his position on the hillside or too energized to care about where he went. Behind him his tail was raised and flagged with pride, his posture showcasing to all that he was indeed mighty. Then, as if out of nowhere, he called out with a bestial summons to anyone within earshot, canting his head back in order to issue a challenge to anyone eager to test their mettle against the man.