Pacing a circle around the small field, Aveshar pawed at the bloodstained ground, eyeing the remnants of the battle. He had no idea what had happened here, but the scent of fresh blood had drawn him out of the sky... For some reason he hung around, perhaps in the hopes of another Kalona happening upon the field.
A fight would do him good... Excess energy raced through him, the need to expend it building in his chest, making his body tense and tighten until he threw his head back and screamed to the sky. His voice -a dark song, a challenge and wish for violence- rang through the still air.
With a snarl he resumed pacing, tail snapping to and fro.
