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stigmata found that his bullish opponent, though wild and unrefined, had the oscillating skill of a fighter who had seen multiple opponents simultaneously in practice. not many wolves received such a vigorous upbringing - had the bittersweet pleasure of having more than one rivalry - but the warhound could recognize it in another wolf immediately. the ability to defend and attack was not simply something the average wolf was just born with, and as they scuffled as raucously as pups, the general knew he wanted the eyjolfur to have his own name.

several pins and reversals later, stigmata hounded thorn into a stalemate; questioning his skills until the both of them were left with gasping, wrinkled grins and flagging tongues. after catching his breath, stigmata turned a sly, appraising eye on the hardy hellion. "i want you to breed this season, thorn," he announced, pausing first to gauge the male's reception to the idea.