Redsand Canyon We are Soldiers

Reyson made his way to the sparring pits. He hadn't utilized them as often as he had meant too. Though part of that was the simple fact, he didn't know enough of anyone to ask for a spar. He had sparred with a few, but not many. And he found himself on this clear day, itching for something active.

He circled the pits eyes going from one corner to the next, learning the ins and outs of the area. The stones on the ground would hurt footpaws, stop you in your tracks. It wasn't often that this happened to him, he was often unmovable, but he could certainly learn more. It was clear he was out of practice with little two tone, but it had been a fun spar none the less. Reyson didn't mind being bested, he just would then learn how to fight back when he was bested. And sometimes you lost, it was that simple.

He gave one last look, and then slowly, began to warm up himself. Long legs stretching.