Make Way For Young Blood

Natha worked the meat off an elk bone with her raspy tongue. She could get remnants of flesh from the bones that other predators might find more difficult though it would be harder for her to render the marrow from such large bones. She'd just finished her meal and set to grooming when she heard Aslatiel's challenge ring through the Armada lands. Well, that was going to be interesting. Natha stretched, pulling her upper body forward as her hind legs extended before she stalked toward the origin of the call. She arrived and offered the young woman a nod of her head before she sat a short ways away to witness the battle.

However, much to her surprise, the man handed over his position rather than fight Aslatiel. Natha's head cocked to the side. He mentioned that Deathbelle was pregnant. Ahh… as a lynx Natha did not care. Among her kind it was common for the male's to leave and continue on. She had driven off her own mate when she had finished with him. She didn't need some testosterone fueled casanova around when she was trying to raise sensible kittens. However, having lived with a wolf pack for some time she was growing wise to the intricacies of a social pack. Pups in another pack could prove problematic.

Magnus' statement was soon followed by something that could have been a fight if Magnus had really tried. She scowled. If this was all he could muster to show for his rank he deserved to have it taken from him and she was glad when Aslatiel declared her victory but it did leave wanting. Her ears perked up as Naiche challenged for the rank of Reaper against Aslatiel. Well, now… this was finally getting interesting. She wished she'd brought along a snowshoe hare to snack on while watching the fight.