Welcome to the Circus

Another pack challenge. Hattori couldn't help but wonder if there was something in the air, a scarcity he hadn't noticed that had one wolf at anothers throat. He was out of the loop when it came to Boreas so he could only guess, but things from his perspective seemed about the same as they always did. There was no drought or great flood, nothing outwardly obvious to cause all this conflict. But he supposed that's how things were these days, constantly shifting and changing, moving forward with the times.

He recognised the challenger, somewhat, from the time she'd gotten awfully territorial over some dead lizard. She had been a Habari wolf but it seemed as though she was intent to take the throne for herself, that Recluse would have to fight for what was hers. Would she rise to the challenge? Hattori glanced about, noting the wolves that had started to gather. Some were obviously her kin, smelled of Recluse and Habari itself others were clearly just here to watch. To wait and see just as he was. Amongst the crowd he noticed Wren settling in, seeming more sure of herself than what he recalled.

And then the Seraphim appeared on scene, indignant and yet clearly ready to do what needed to be done. Was her determination enough to see her through? He couldn't help but wonder as he pursed his lips, silver gaze flicking from one wolf to the next as they began to clash in earnest.