Redsand Canyon Hur

It was a joyful voice that halted Cad’s pace and turned his peachy face to a young wolf with bright eyes. This must have been one of the Imperator’s soldiers. Though he was young, the wolf had a spring to his step that spoke of his physical strengths. To a lean figure like Cad, he looked promising.

Sparring?

Mossy eyes blinked, drawing the wolf back to the moment. He offered a pleasant smile to the stranger. Cad was not skilled in the art of combat, but he had been trained with the other soldiers to hold his own. If this was what was asked of him, he would gladly comply.

I can spar, yes. If you’ll have me as a partner.

The peachy mask was dipped in a thankful display. Realizing that he had forgotten to introduce himself, he lifted his snout quickly. 

Oh! I'm Cad.