<div class="floatleft">(http://i.lv3.hbo.com/assets/images/series/game-of-thrones/character/s7/tormund-1920.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tòmas Wallace<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Challenging Circle<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><br/>Tòmas had found himself a nice quiet spot on a roof overlooking the challenge circle. He had honestly laughed when he head there was gonna be a fight for the new Alpha of the group. And when he heard it was a whelpling that had been being taught to fight by the old man time and time again, seemingly never getting the point, he shook his head. But here he was on top of a roof, a six pack by his side, his climbing hook resting on his hip, and wishing he'd had the mind to pick up a pizza on the way in. He had made sure to come back a bit early after he got the alert on his pager and he hoped this would be worth cutting his hunt short.<br/><br/>He took the first bottle, took the hook and popped the lid clean off before taking a deep long draw, finishing it before he sat the bottle back down. He'd drink the rest more steadily and slowly to savor it and enjoy it but before the fight started, he wanted to get a small start on the fun. When the wolves took their places, he raised a beer to each of them and sat them by his side as he watched the fight. He knew the old man was getting sick and old but still, he had the experience and the brawn to hold it for a few more years he imagined. The first blow and he had his first surprise. The smaller wolf, managed to stay on his feet after a heavy body blow. He grinned a bit and nodded at the two, raising the beer once again and taking a long draw to the boy's 'victory'. And then came the trap, the snap, the bait, and the inevitable tear into the younger man's leg. The splash of blood across the ground, the smell in the air, and the rush of a good fight just beginning had Tòmas standing up and leering down watch. The six pack forgotten, he let out a whistle and a yip egging on the two combatants.<br/><br/>What surprised him the most was when the boy, on an injured leg managed to bait the old man into a reaction and turned the old man's retreat into an advantage. He blinked, his jaw slightly open as the old man hit deck and the boy was on top and nipping at his belly. And then it was called. He stood there, on the roof, practically about to fall off the damned thing confused. Wait....that was it? He was surprised at the changes in recent years compared to the ways of old back in his clan. He looked down at the beer in hand, half of it poured out and sloshed on the roof and he just pitched it in a bit of annoyance at the dumpster nearby with a crash of breaking glass and metal. He scooped up the remaining four and made his way back off the roof to go offer Stephen a beer. "<strong>Right anti climactic finish there old man, comparing the injuries the boy wouldn't have been able to fight proper if this went on any length at all. You go soft on me?</strong>" he asked, not caring if he pissed the man off with the question. He had lost and in a spectacularly honor shattering way. He didn't wait to really get an answer before he shoved a beer in the man's hand and made his way over to 'congratulate' the winner.<br/><br/>He walked up to Alex when it came his turn and stared at him for a few moments. The tension drawing it out and making a bit of a scene in the manner "<strong><em>That was a right unsatisfying way to win, but I'll honor this packs ways. I'll agree to seeing you as my alpha, but don't expect me to cow tow to you till I see a proper fight out of you yet. Expect me to be coming round and give you someone to spar with proper till you can defend and win this position without any question in my mind.</em></strong>[/i]" he said in a whisper as he clasped the man's arm and pulled him tight into a hug, letting the man have the weakness of his neck for the embrace and small speech.<br/><br/>He pulled away from him and raised a beer up "<strong>Well ain't this a right pisser, young Alpha here done finished this too quick. Looks like we'll be ten feet under the table by the time this celebration is supposed to be over, eh?</strong>" he said laughing loudly and padding off to make sure there was a proper feast in line, and enough to drink to put everyone and then some crawling home.