Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

He had heard his cousin's summons, staking a claim far to the north. Interesting choice, but he wasn't one to argue with the Matriarch. However, it was a hell of a distance to travel from where he'd found himself that day. Even at a steady lope, he only arrived to witness the tail end of a rather vicious fight between Manea and a dappled woman that seemed to be enjoying this as much as her opponent did. The horned brute lurked on the outskirts, head held high to observe through spaces in the crowd where shorter wolves had settled to watch the show. Ruby dipped banner swayed idly, sweeping over his heels while he took his time reading the crowd. There was a rather clear divide between the spectators, displaying their favour for either claimant. He'd just so happened to wander up behind the opponent's camp, and this gave him a prime view of his family, assembled in support of their Matriarch. His sister was already here, and she looked delighted to be watching the fight. The little ones were wriggling with delight, unable to contain their excitement as they watched the brutal struggle for power. They certainly were their mother's children.

The crowd that had assembled in support of Manea's opponent was nothing to sneeze at either, and the range of ages that had settled to watch the brawl was certainly more diverse than his family. If he ahd to make an assessment, the woman who was battling for control of the dissolved pack was well established in these lands. Her family tree was deeply rooted, and she had garnered a great deal of support already. A formidable woman, nothing to sneeze at, certainly. He hummed thoughtfully, more to himself than anything, and skirted the crowd so that he could join his relatives in cheering on his cousin. As he moved along, he noticed a small, orange animal clad in protective garments. He paused, blinking at the unusual mammal that was lounging on the sidelines. He'd never seen anything like it, but it looked vaguely feline. With a dismissive grunt, he resumed his pace until he was firmly on the opposite side of the fray- dropping heavily onto his haunches at the very back of the group to observe the proceedings in peace.

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