Torolf had only joined the fights to support Kelda. Though he had to admit that ever since he had talked to Ulf he had begin to think that perhaps becoming a Reaver would be a good fit for him. He was going to use the competition to figure out how he stacked up against the rest of the freeborn in the prides.
When he saw his opponent enter the ring he took a deep breath and swallowed hard. The male that entered the ring was his half-uncle. Born to the same mother as Torolf's mom but a different father. To make things more confusing his uncle was also younger than him. He eyed him up Torolf was sure his grandmother would have stressed good fighting and everything else that came with being a Reaver. Torolf's only hope was that his natural abilities would be enough as he hadn't really done any training so to speak.
Velveteen Angel
Okay all filled in. When ever you get a chance is good no rush. I would love to get it done eventually a little.
