The view is always indescribable from here.
Warwolf Esheraso pulled in a large breath and forced it out through his nose, trying to calm himself, not that it did him any good. He could feel the chills running along his spine. While some paced the halls and others got in a few last minute warm-ups in the locker rooms, Warwolf was already sitting out by the entranceway to the arena, watching a match between a human and a Lycanthrope of Klee Kai persuasion on the monitor just off to the side from the curtain that led into the arena proper, from which if he wanted, one could have just watched the goings on from there. The monitor made it just a bit easier though and the commentary also helped. His tall ears flicked back and forth, drinking in every sound that wafted back through the curtains. From the crash of bodies in the ring to the way the crowds cheered and booed for their favorites. The fans were as vocal tonight as always. And he loved it. Whether they