Shadow Star

"Oooo. Ooohhh, cool." An intrigued Shadow Star stepped around the edge of the makeshift coliseum, inspecting everything from the rusted old truck to a tattered section of couch that made for a cushy spot to sit. Shadow climbed onto the outdated bit of furniture, sniffing delicately over the once bright, gaudy floral fabric that stretched over the frame worn and mouse-bitten fluff inside. It still carried the faintest traces of smoke, causing the wolfdog to curl his nose and give a sneeze.

Shadow circled about and sat down on a cushion, and from this vantage point looked on to the barren center of The Boneyard, where he'd been told the fights would take place. Though young himself, and just shy of his first birthday, the grizzled hybrid was eager to put his muscles and fang to the test and prove his worth to the pack that had accepted him into its ranks.