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Tryggr wasn't too torn up that the annual breytast vindar hadn't come this year. He had been a cub last time for it and the power in the pride had shifted from a warlord who looked upon females as den wives and prizes and nothing more to Ruzski, one who treated them fairly and allowed them to become Reavers. His mother had been thrilled and Tryggr was glad that females that the option now of being more traditional or doing what their hearts told them to do. He didn't want to see the current warlord fall from his place so soon, so this festival of sorts would do just fine.

Of course, he was up against a Captain in the first round. A well-liked captain at that, one that he looked up to if he had to be honest with himself. Bousvor was certainly going to be a challenge to face. He was up for it though, eager to prove he had the guts it took to be a Reaver.

"Good luck, Captain Bousvor," he said with a little nod of his head. His father was the god of chivalry and he had certainly taken after Talfrid more than his mother. Most of his siblings were quite well-behaved, but he was perhaps the most mild-mannered of the males. After his little bow he moved forward, eager for the match to start. It was clear to see he was hesitant on making the first attack, but he did so, striking out with a paw to try to land a hit.