You Wear A Crown But You're No King

The call went up, and Lillianna recognized it immediately. The sound alone sent shivers down her spine. A challenge. For Threar. The call was sinister and deadly, and the girl could not say she wanted to see this battle - yet, she found herself heading towards Threar anyways. She did not know Threar; she knew of Fate, and knew him only. They were Destructions, she knew that as well...

Paws sped as she spotted Bass; honing in on the man, she zipped over near him, eyes glued to the man in front of her, the one who was clearly challenging. White, with red-brown markings on him that looked rather... odd. A glance around showed four other groups of wolves: Sin's wolves, Imperium, Yfir, and then Threar. She recognized each scent, after having met at least one person from each pack - or soon to be pack - but her focus was now riveted on the white woman who faced Sin, proud, confident. Faced with the arrogance of the man who called, she found herself rooting for Novella - plus, she had no interest in sharing lands with a pack that had this arrogance. She would also watch this fight, for it had just begun, unfold; she would watch two expert fighters fight for two different things. One, for the life of her family, her children, those in her pack. The other, to claim that pack, to claim and rip what existed so he may steal it and start it anew.

"Speech" "Italian"