Time had flown for the dark lion. In the most recent ceremonies he had gained a mate, married, and would eventually be looking to start a new family. During the last Sky Ceremony he had done well enough to reach third place. He had joined with the hopes of besting that this year. So when sign ups came about he wasted very little time.
Approaching the grounds where the brawls took place had grown on him. The area wasn't much different than anywhere else and yet it held a significant meaning for him. Here he felt so much pride in himself and his clan.
He glimpsed about to see who his first opponent might be.
Puhterodactyl