give me forever for a while[PACK CHALLENGE]

Tornach was drowsing against his newly built fence in the Range, watching the elk trio he and Aiden had painstakingly chased and lured through the gate earlier that week. They had settled in well, though they still shied away when he went into the pen to check on their health so it had been mostly up to Aiden to check on them on the wing while he kept his distance for now. He had plans now to start digging a short distance away with the intention of trying to cultivate some common herbs.

He woke instantly though when a howl echoed from the battlefield. One unfortunate side effect of living so closely to it was that he had something of a vantage point for the constant stream of would-be fighters there, but this was different. This call made his blood run cold.

Someone was challenging for Celestial.

He was on his feet a beat later, yowling for Aiden as he leaped into a sprint. The falcon dropped from the sky like a bolt of lightning, sacrificing height for horizontal speed as she leveled out from her dive. It took very little time for the pair to reach to the battlefield. Tornach slowed to a trot, the falcon dropping to his shoulder. Grimly he glanced over the few who had gathered. He didn't agree with his mother's, and now his brother's, rules and had chosen not to join the pack, but he still loved his family, and the pack was important to them.

It was hard to see his family being targeted yet again... and by a wolf who was a stranger to him. Tornach stared coldly at the yellow male, sizing him up. He was older than Regulus, old enough for reflexes to slow and muscles to weaken, and smaller than the red male as well. He couldn't see Regulus failing to keep his fighting skills sharp, so there was a good chance here. But why challenge someone for a pack, and begin with enemies before your pack even started, when he could have begun from scratch and had no baggage? He wanted to speak up, to confront the male and ask him WHY, why he chise to target the Adravendis' pack when the continent was far from overcrowded, when he could just make a pack of his own - but he had learned the futility of trying to stop violence with words alone. It hadn't worked with Arian, and it wouldn't work now. It was ridiculous. Tor simply could not understand the senseless violence wolves insisted on engaging in.

Ears pinned but face smooth, the gray Adravendi male stood alone and waited for Regulus to appear, to show his support for his family despite their differences.