Onwards and Upwards [Challenge]

Fucking hell. She recognised that call. Not the canine that the call belonged to, but the reason behind the howl. A challenge. For Rivaxorus, for Myriad. She'd heard it before, plenty of times. It was distant, emerging from nowhere else than the barren lands of the battlefield. Who could be challenging for a pack, and why? What had they ever done to provoke outsiders? Perhaps they had been too quiet. Perhaps someone saw them as the ideal target, the weakest prey. But how?

They had a rat in Myriad.

The queen was quick to arrive at the battlefield, following behind the pack though on her own accord, almost separately. She was part of the pack, yes, as the secondary alpha, but for this challenge she was on her own. She kept her distance from everyone, until she reached the main clearing where a russet woman awaited Rivaxorus' arrival. Ah, the brave challenger. She was much smaller than him, amassing a fairly large crowd around her. Most of Myriad had gathered, with some other rogues and pack-wolves. A stoic, emotionless expression remained on her features as she slowly navigated around the outskirts of the crowd, taking the scene in. He seemed...unfazed, unchanged, like this was like any other spar in his life, almost overconfident. Did he not realise the entire pack was at stake? Their entire world, the world they had built together, could crumble around them. Good luck with that, she thought to herself bitterly, taking a seat near Avalon. She dipped her head to the older alphess, just as her sister called out a remark along the lines of 'eating toes'.

In some sick way, she wouldn't mind Myriad's fall.