Seer wasted little time from hearing that Deathbelle wished him to challenge Hannibal for the rank, to actually doing so. He knew Deathbelle had spoken to the man, and would be prepared for the challenge to come.
He made his way into the territory of Wolfpaw lake, staying miles from the lake as he took a place in a field, and judged in a decent area for their match. He buried his feelings for the man in a deep, dark corner of his soul. This was for Deathbelle, and for this future, and what he could do for the pack. The Titan may once have believed himself unworthy, but he was just starting to get an inkling of how much better he could defend what he loved, so long as he believed himself worthy.
His murky thoughts aside, he was determined to see this through to the best of his abilities. He took an easy stance, loose and comfortable, well also standing prepared. There was no reason to delay this, so he tilted back his head and howled for the Right Hand of the Empress.
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