Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

The Spirit had already been on her way north to see just what was going on with the Northern kingdom, and why the radio silence had drawn out so long. She’d brought Tel for some training in diplomacy, along with Ardyn. However when she spotted the signs of a claiming – or perhaps a challenge? – she paused, then flicked her tail to the two yearlings to keep close as she padded forward, scanning the gathering crowd and spotting a few familiar faces.

She slipped up beside Theory and settled, brushing shoulders with the younger alpha in a brief, friendly bump of greeting as she murmured, “What did we walk into, here?”

Her voice was low enough for only Theory to hear clearly as her eyes scanned the crowd. Sparrow was familiar to her as the woman that had escorted Kaija back as a pup from one of her adventures. It was a relief that the girl was now old enough to wander alone, and had gone her own way as a loner.

The vibrant woman in shades of violet and blue, however, was unfamiliar. Aurielle had enough of a read on Sparrow to guess she’d be one of similar behavior to maybe Chaos. There was a gleam of more under the tall woman’s smile than good-will. Mischief. The purple woman was an unknown entity.

She shifted to glance at the yearlings beside her with a softs mile a she added to Tel, “Be still, stay close to myself and Theory here, and watch everything closely. Tell me, later, if you think you can see who supports whom here.”

She had done something similar at a challenge with Caelia at her side, letting the young woman observe the proceedings, though that had been at the Field, and not at the lands of the pack being challenged for.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think