Stone Circle Black as your soul.

Okay so if I remember right, we rolled and Revui lost terribly lmfao. Permission granted for West to kick his ass.

Ask? No warrior needed to ask for anything; they fought, they raided, they took what they wanted - or what their masters wanted. Revui scoffed at the very suggestion and glanced at his companion, his brow raised. For a moment there was calm. But he was eager for a fight, hungry for blood. He wanted to prove to his companion - and to this rival warrior from a lesser pack - that the wolves of Ursus were strong and worth consideration.

That one glance, akin to a frat boy sharing a look with his drunken companion, transfigured in to a frown, then a sneer, and in one fluid motion Revui lunged across the invisible line towards the copper fellow. His teeth were bared, his fur serrated, he bludgeoned up against the handsome man and aimed to grab at him; he did not care if it was a shoulder, a neck, a haunch, but he would snap and snap and snap until he felt something give.

It was a frenzied attack otherwise out of the blue, so it did not, in fact, align with anything. Revui missed most of his attempts but he had made himself known to the guardian: he was here, and fuck your words.