Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Word spread fast and what sort of diplomat would Hanako be if she didn't catch wind of a pack claim? Flexing her well-deserved freedom, she swiftly made her way north and came upon a rather expected scene. Wolves from all Boreas had flocked to the ice, huddled together as they watched the fight unfold with rapt interest. But who was fighting? Dotted amongst the crowd she spotted several familiar faces, most notably the pirates who seemed far more invested than most. Nudging her way gently to a decent viewing position, her brows near shot up and off her forehead she caught sight of the fighters. The big purple lady was a stranger, but the same couldn't be said for Sparrow. They knew each other very well.

Too well some might say.

Strangely, despite how things had ended, Hanako found herself flinching as she watched the fight unfold. Last time they'd laid eyes upon one another she'd said all sorts of nasty things, no doubt spread even worse rumours too, but even then Hanako didn't want to see her bleed. Least of all be stabbed!

Shaking her head, Hanako was on the move again, her eyes roving over the crowd as she noted their positions were deliberate, as though outwardly stating their support. Normal folk were of little interest to Hanako but she was quick to spot several alphas, standing out amongst the rest with their natural airs of authority. Surprising no one, Tyrian was on the side that supported Sparrow, along with Ignis, Aurielle and a long and leggy woman Hanako couldn't put a name to.

But what of the other side? Well Hattori and Recluse seemed unwilling to make a call, which seemed very much like them and-oh was that Sirius in the purple lady's corner? Pressing closer Hanako realised that he was speaking to a stranger, of dark fur lined with red accents. Yet another wolf Hanako had never seen nor met before. He seemed awfully familiar with Sirius and the way they were talking made it seem as though they were already fast friends, but she had an inkling they were bonding over their mutual dislike for Sparrow, rather than anything else.

She cast her gaze back to the fight, how would this end? Would she be forced to dip out if even more blood was shed? Maybe, if the atmosphere kept ramping up, thrumming with each attack.

"speech."