Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Hearing that Manea was going to follow through on her word, Chimera had made the trek north. While the other wolves cheered and called, being obnoxious and putting on a show, the two-toned King stayed silent. He watched the fight with interest, but made no move to join the crowd or mingle with the rabble. The earthen fae and her followers yapped like mouthy little chihuahuas and, though he didn't know the brown fae, he greatly wanted her to lose. The whole fight was nothing but a spectacle. A show. Disgraceful.

Supportive calls from the woman's children rang out and Chimera was intrigued and pleased that the horned fae would invite her children to watch what could be a potentially brutal battle. This turned out to be the case. The giant amaranthine fae did exactly what needed to be done and, in Chimera's eye, she bested the other woman. Blood was spilled on both sides, but the skill and the drive was evident, tipping the scales to Manea's side. It was all well and good. Friends in the north would be beneficial to both Fenmyre and whatever Manea built alike. She had followed through with her word just like Chimera had expected, but he had needed to see it to be fully certain.

Despite the battle being completed, wolves continued to arrive in droves. Too busy for Chimera's liking. The king made sure to lock eyes with Manea for but a moment, giving a nod of approval before turning and moving away from the gathering. He had seen what needed to be seen and there was nothing left to do in the north but freeze. Chimera started the long journey home, but he doubted it would be the last time that he found himself in the snowy reaches of Boreas. Not if his plans bloomed to fruition. Plans that began with seeing Manea's two children cheering for their future empire.

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