Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Irilyth had done her best to obey her Mistress' request when she and her husband set off to stake their claim for the pack that had disbanded. Watching their small children had never given her any issue before, and as usual, Avacyn was a little darling while Saracyn looked downright miserable to be excluded. She watched with the pups as more and more wolves arrived to watch the spectacle that was sure to follow. While she wished she could support her masters more directly, she was happy to keep their children safe while they did their work. Although that was about to prove more difficult than she realized. She'd been watching Avacyn play in the snow, and when she looked back, Saracyn was gone.

Irilyth gasped and nearly had a panic attack as she looked around for the boy, following his tiny tracks in the snow to see the crimson dot of a pup rushing towards the commotion by the ship. "Saracyn!" she yelled for him, but the boy didn't stop. "Dammit! Come on, Avacyn, darling." Gently scooping up the little violet pup by her scruff, Irilyth placed Ava safely on her back before she took off after the renegade boy. She reached the throng of wolves, but wasn't able to squeeze between them as easily as Saracyn was. "Saracyn!" she shouted for the boy, catching the attention of Alastor, whom she saw notice something on the ground, and then the giant dire wolf was scooping up his flailing son. Irilyth breathed a sigh of relief and made her way toward the side of Manea supporters, giving Alastor an apologetic look. "Forgive me, sir. He slipped away."

Now down and amongst the crowd, Irilyth was amazed by the sheer number of wolves here to watch. Manea was squaring up against a woman of equal size to her, both appearing formidable, though her challenger seemed far more lackadaisical than Manea did. She knew how badly her Mistress wanted the pack for her family, how she had dreamed and prepared for this for so long. No one deserved this more than Manea did. Quietly taking her place with the Mendacium family, she let Avacyn down to sit beside her father, then Iri looked over the crowd again. Raspberry eyes fell upon a familiar slate brute the size of Alastor and an involuntary gasp escaped her. A thrill of terror ran down her spine when she recognized the wolf that she had met down in Auster, the one she'd barely escaped from with her life. Shuffling closer to Alastor for protection, she kept her guarded gaze on the brute, praying he didn't see her or recognize her as the one who'd slipped his clutches.

"Irilyth"