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Torin's brows lifted as he listened to his cousin, so she'd seen fit to rework the pack... He briefly considered if he would ever decide to do that. But that thought was quickly shuffled away, even as the idea was planted.

Torin glanced at the young woman his cousin was speaking to, giving her a small smile and a dip of his head before he'd turn his attention back towards the fight. He was pleased to see that their sister pack seemed to be flourishing with the presence of the young members. Then he turned to look at Aurielle properly when she directed a question his way.

"I've met both the challengers. Tyranis, the black man: He has been an alpha twice, his current pack is Erövrare, I'm not sure what occurred to his first. He's also Derecho's brother." He muttered, leaning towards his cousin, at the mention of his companion he glanced at her, hoping that Derecho was okay with him revealing that. "The albino is Hannibal. I know less about him, last I saw him he was a high ranking member in Erövrare." He glanced at the wolves gathered on either side of the challengers. "That's all I can say."

Sometimes it wasn't easy to note who exactly was pushing the advantage but finally, when the challengers broke apart it became clear that Tyranis had emerged victorious. He glanced at Derecho, wondering what exactly her reaction would be. He shuffled, watching as another man, one he didn't recognize burst forwards to issue another challenge and Torin listened to what it was he spoke about. He kept his judgment to himself but he couldn't help feeling like the words the man spoke could refer to his own actions. A fanged stranger stood up and Torin watched him with narrowed eyes as he spoke, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. It seemed that things were winding now though, Tyranis having left already.

"You wanted to talk with your sister?" He asked, leaning towards Derecho again, nudging her playfully.