An impending storm forces both horse and kit up the hill at a faster pace, their fur already coated in rain that had fallen before. Orangemoon was well on its way in and was making itself known. Sacre often liked the rain, however, he liked to watch it from undercover and smell its wild scent. Not be drenched it it from head to toe and forced to wander like a drowned rat. There was something about the way the water ran down his legs that made him uncomfortable, like he just wanted to rub himself against a tree to get rid of it. Inari would shake now and then, catching his dark friend off guard who would snort loudly and throw a mucky look the young foxes way. The kit simply ignored him and carried on the business of running up the tiring path, hoping there would be some kind of shelter at the top. As they get higher and eventually reach the top, Sacre could have sworn the rain began to hammer down harder.

However, the matter of finding shelter wasn't going to be easy, the two quickly found out. Instead of finding a nice warm looking tree to keep the rain from their backs, they heard a challenge cry out across the area and a stallion of bright orange stood atop a hill. Sacre stared at him bewildered. Who wanted to fight when a storm was coming?! An idiot?! As he neared the curly maned male he noticed the dark horn for the first time and the way in which the white marked him, like a pandas face. His lower half appeared to be sooty, but that could've just been the rain. Sacre, along with Inari, continued walking towards the stallion until he stood upon the same hill and they were, hopefully, face to face.

At first, the colt wanted to say "are you mad?!" But held his tongue. A part of his mind cast back to the Dragons Throat meeting and the talk of tournaments to select the head of warriors. Then he remembered his own lack of skill and blank fight history. He wanted to be strong enough to protect Roux and yet he lacked the basic attribute; physical skill. His brain might be marching on ahead with its curious nature and love of meddling, but his body was lagging behind badly. He was a lanky two year old who wasn't going to develop a fighting kind of muscle if he didn't practise.

Cerulean eyes sought those of the curly maned challenger and he did his best to swallow away his fear. Inari had noted the bundle tucked away neatly out of the rain and his little beady gaze became a quite a bit more interested when he noticed it was a baby panda. Just like Cera's, but monochrome in colour! Whilst the kit marvelled over his discovery, Sacre was beginning to find the words to address the strange stallion who had blared out his intent not so long ago. "I'll fight you" he accepted, his voice remaining steady, but his gaze betrayed a little of his apprehension. Hoping that this acceptance was the correct way to address his physical worries and not a fatal mistake.

[W/C: 540
Feel free to start in the next post :D