We'll ride the rails with our pistols drawn [Claiming]

She just wanted to see. It was curious, hearing someone demand a pack for themselves, even though she'd heard such a thing happen before in her time in those lands. She had never, however, gone to actually see a challenge before. Given that she still had nowhere to call home, she found herself turning and heading that way, coming upon the gathering rather late, but participating nonetheless. If participating could be considered sitting on the very edge of the group, so far back that she could barely be counted part of it, anyway.

Faelyn wasn't interested in getting up front when she could see just fine from where she was. She didn't know any of these wolves, and since they all seemed to know each other in some way or another it didn't seem likely to her that they would enjoy her presence there too much. Still, she wanted to see what would happen, especially if someone decided they wanted the pack instead. Would they fight over it? Probably so. That would be a frightening sight, but at least the victor would have proven capable of protecting his home and family.

Thus far, however, it seemed as though the male was going to be able to create his pack without any dissent. He certainly had plenty of followers, so she thought it would be sad if he wasn't able to do it.