Moonspear I've become a simple souvenir of someone's kill

To warm up his muscles and get himself prepared for whoever it was that showed up, Bronco paced around the outer edge of the bowl, pausing every now and again to do a few stretches to make sure that there would be less chance he might strain something during a spar. He made a little bet with himself too, wondering who might show up. Part of him figured that Antares might be the most likely to show up, as they'd discussed sparring before...But he was also a busy wolf, with strengths and interests in both hunting and guarding so perhaps he might've been busy. Osiris might have been a fun match, too- though from what Bronco knew, he also had a certain female guest visiting him who likely took up most of his time. So he figured the most likely wolf to show up might be either Atlas or Hydra.

So he was surprised when he looked up and saw a pale, blode figure approaching at for a very teensy, tiny moment- his heart stopped beating, as the golden hue of her fur triggered the image of his own mother, and made his blood run cold. But his moment of panic was over even before he had a chance for it to register as surprise on his face- because this was definitely not Niamh. No- this was Opalia, one of the wolves he'd met in passing, but did not know very personally. He was surprised that she might show up- while she was definitely fit, she was smaller than him both in height and in frame, and he'd pegged her for being a gentle, quiet wolf. Perhaps he'd leapt to that conclusion too quickly. 

His tail waved as she greeted him, and he bobbed his head in a casual, but friendly nod. Her phrasing made him wonder if perhaps she'd misinterpreted the message in his call, but at the same time...She'd gracefully stepped into a squared stance, which led him to believe that she'd likely be ready for any moves he decided to throw at her- if he hadn't warned her, first. "I found this place, an' figured it'd be a perfect sort of...Sparring ground," He said. He gestured for her to follow, and led the way down the slight decline toward the center of the crated. "Looks pretty good, huh? Not too much of a slope, but nice'n clear, space for spectators along the edges, good earth," He said, flexing his foot so that his claws could dig into the ground a bit. "What d'you think?" He asked, then, keen on getting her opinion.