Things had finally settled down, and of course she had lost her spar against Avalon because her own state of mind hadn't been cleared. She let it become tainted, and with such a civil ways as herself - she was sick and missing the life of a pack wolf. None of the packs did she really hold interest in, and for once she felt the need they had to want her in order for her to even make the effort. The effort was there, the warrior had been raised mindlessly that way. Once before her own emotions did not stand over the strength she believe she had. She hadn't been 'trying' and perhaps that was what angered her the most.
Standing among the the dust, the beast would let out a simple howl of come get me. Representatives and alpha's, all the same. Amachi was confident enough she wouldn't be placed a slave because she had been treated like one before despite not being one. Her name falling out in the background - perhaps she would see a familiar face not that she minded that. She could prove her skills, the gray eyed woman would wait.
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