Alcyone
I unenthusiastically watched the match until I heard cries from the stable and the sound of a gate breaking as a horse broke the wood and ran into the crowd. s**t. It was starting. And so soon into the day. It was barely noon. I looked at the arena and it looked like it was the last pair. It was the man from my vision, but I could tell now that he was a young wolf, and he was fighting against a very well-built whelp a good head taller than him. I was surprised I didn’t recognize the whelp, but there were a few villages that I hadn’t visited in a while and he could be from there. The young man did not look afraid, but determined. He went right for his opponent, surprising him. The man lifted him off the ground and slammed him into the dirt. s**t s**t s**t. I needed to star
