Hideaway Strath The Shift

The Grandmaster’s ears swivel on his crown as he looks in the direction of the howl. Nyra’s howl of course. It seems they’ve been spending a lot of much need sparring time with each other. It’s good for them anyhow. Perfecting their trade and allowing themselves to get better and better at ripping other wolves that threaten them to shreds — just as he likes it. 

He values the call and heeds her voice, speeding over to meet her. His gaze is knowing and he dips his head to her seriously. Widening his stance and squinting his eyes in determination, he smirks. This will be a good fight.