Grouse Thicket Queen of Diamonds

As the soldier walked, he began wondering. Since he'd been away from battles and wars, he hadn't had much time to spar, or fight with anyone, which meant if it came down to it, the possibilities of his skills being rusty were very high. You might wonder, if one has been a loner for so long, surely he would've fought something, a pack wolf or a fellow loner but strangely enough, he hadn't. Sure, he'd had a few scuffles here and there, but it usually lasted no longer than fifteen seconds, with him either scaring the others off, or pinning them down, which led to scaring them off.

      Damn, he was going to be rusty indeed.

      And that was when the howl pierced the air, asking for a sparring partner. Nico paused in his steps and looked upwards, a curious look adorning his chiseled features. In his world, a spar only happened between packmates, comrades, not strangers. He fought strangers, and ended them, not play fought with them. It was a strange notion, the soldier decided almost thoughtfully. A friendly fight between two unknown people was definitely not something he would've thought of doing.

      But now that someone had, it wouldn't hurt to go. After all, Nico needed to sharpen his skills up once more. So, he located the howl and approached the clearing, staying in the shadows, staying downwind so she could not scent him, nor hear him, for he moved silently like a panther stalking his prey, thanks to military training. The soldier observed quietly, analysing his potential sparring partner with narrowed eyes before deeming it save to reveal himself.

      He stepped out into the clearing, chuffing quietly and fixed his apple green gaze on the girl, his stance one of a soldier as he waited for some sort of response.