Spar like the Titans

Trotting alongside Regulus' brother, it was clear that in many ways Justice was beginning to heal from the constant barrage of bad luck that life had, up to now, thrown her way. She had returned to her jaunty, devil-may-care stride of her youth, head and tail high. Clearly, her withdrawal from pack life to deal with her inner demons had done her a world of good. Though she still grieved for her mother and father, though she missed Valor and Fable and now once again Exodus terribly, she had stopped blaming herself (as much) and was learning to move on. That wasn't to say she wouldn't take steps to put down the mad dog who killed her father, but it was no longer the only thing that kept her going in life.

So when Laisren had asked if she'd be his witness for spars on the battlefield, she'd been more than happy to help him out. The trip had been pretty quiet, pretty uneventful. It seemed like he wasn't quite sure what to say to her, but that didn't bother Justice. It was easier to save her breath for the journey anyway. As they stopped and Laisren sent up a howl bearing his challenge to others, he thanked her for coming with him. Justice flicked her tail dismissively. "Not a problem. It's nice to get out of pack lands, you know? Sometimes it seems like we spend too much time there and we get stuck in a rut. The pack needs more adventure," she laughed.

But it was the approaching challenger with his feline escort that caught her attention, and at first her head was up with ears stiffly at attention, clear tension in her body. Her cousin, the traitor. What was HE doing here? Looking to start something? But she rocked back on her haunches with a broad smirk when she realized something in the way he moved and didn't quite look at them, something else in his scent.

"Well, well, well," she drawled. "Dragon Ancora, long time no see huh?" Her grin was positively sharkish. "Did your pack kick you out after you got your tails handed to you or did the whole pack scatter in shame?" Privately she felt it was no more than they deserved, since they came into someone else's home and went out of their way to mangle and cripple the less skilled fighters there. The lot of cowards. She was feeling rather magnanimous about the whole thing at this point though, since Dragon had already gotten punished for his role in bringing them there, though there was still the matter of what he'd done to Valor. Well, she was just there as a witness, not to interfere unless the former alpha started cheating, so she'd just lounge here and watch... though undoubtedly she'd also be heckling him the whole time as well.

Later, well... then she would find out what he'd done to her brother, and if he'd harmed him... His eyesight wasn't the only thing he'd find himself lacking.