Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Takeshi had been wandering around with his brother, Kuroki, making their laps near the North when the call had rang out. If it had been up to the glowing boy, he probably would have minded his own business and went on his way. But, in true Oki fashion, he had deemed it necessary to go and watch the spectacle that was sure to unfold. Okay, maybe he was lying if he said that he wasn’t at all interested in a pack challenge. The only thing he’d ever seen come close had been the fight between his mother and aunt, and even then he’d been ushered away before he could truly watch the events transpire. Plus, he was sure his parents would love to know about what was happening. He knew their relationship with the northern pack was volatile at best and news that they had seemed to drift away and their lands were being taken was certainly something to report. So, the duo had make their appearance.

It had surprised him to see so many wolves attending. They were clearly split up, one side defending the so called Pirate King, the other defending a large purple woman. He didn’t recognize many who attended, except for one. The fiery by whom he’d sparred against before. Immediately, he felt a blush take to his cheeks and the bioluminescence that pulse against his scales gave a hearty flicker. He avoided eye contact, following his brother who made his way to the Habari leader. He’d never met her formally, but he’d sniffed around enough to know who they were. He quietly observed the happenings, making note of things to relay to his parents.