Lion's Teeth

He heard the call and had quickly abandoned his hunt and made his way to the battlefield with his brother. He spied at least two familiar faces, his estranged and lazy sire who he ignored, and...the woman he had hunted with. Medea? It didn't take him very long to connect her to the challenger, and the way their pelts almost matched and the scents that lingered told him they were family. Likely siblings, and he was a little unsure how to feel. Why were they trying to take the pack? Whatever the cause, he didn't dare offer her a greeting or any indication that he knew her. Instead, he focused on the matter at hand as his brother threw the first punch. He had been victorious so far, proving his worth over and over and no matter what happened, he'd stick by Ty's side regardless. He paced around the field and away from his deranged sire with his Osprey keeping an eye on things from above as he watched the fight that ensued.