You Wear A Crown But You're No King
09-10-2015, 09:46 PM
It was so convenient, residing in a territory so very close to the battlefield. When the call rang out, her ears pricked immediately forward in interest. A pack challenge? And then her head cocked to the side. Was that Sin's voice? Sin was challenging for Threar? Well, that was unexpected. After the way he claimed things had gone between he and Arian, it made so little sense for him to challenge for any other pack but Sonticus. Immediately, her ears laced back in suspicion. Had he been playing her? Lying about his relationship to Sonticus to hide it for some devious reason? Valen needed someone there to observe... to learn how this played out so that Imperium could be prepared. She held her pose for a moment before deliberately relaxing, letting a smile ease across her muzzle, her ears to jut forward and her head and tail to raise in a deliberately, almost insultingly dominant posture as she waltzed into the Battlefield. Sin was there, along with a group of young wolves she assumed by their resemblance and scents to be related to him. She seated herself neatly and glanced over to the young wolves; she let her eyes trail over them before proceeding to deliberately ignore them in a clear dismissal. Pfft. Babies. Mismatched eyes turned instead to Sin himself and narrowed playfully. "I wouldn't have expected this from you, Sin... picking on a pack that hasn't ever had anything to do with you." She tsk'd, then grinned. "What are you hiding, Sin Armada?" "" |
