Welcome to the Circus

When Havoc, who had been too far away helping gather things that would be needed for Aerie's exodus from their former lands, finally blew into the battlefield, she had to stop in awe, her jaw actually dropping open a moment in surprise.

It was complete and utter chaos. Wolves from allied packs attacking each other, wolves from enemy packs attacking each other, and there in the middle of it was Medusa battling the bitch who'd been dumb enough to try to keep her captive. Beautiful, wonderful chaos.

Havoc let out a howling whoop of excitement, ending it with a shout of encouragement for her best friend. "Kick her fucking ass, Medusa!" Her paws beating a restless, excited tattoo on the ground for a moment as she glanced around in indecision about where to spectate. It was obvious where the whitey alpha's support was, with all their gloomy disapproving stick-up-the-ass looks on their faces, but she didn't really know anyone who appeared to be cheering for Medusa, didn't even really know anyone who was sitting neutral, and only knew Habari because the scent that had coated Medusa when she was a slave. There seemed to be a lot of those, sitting with all those disapproving whiners who were from other packs. Habari have a whole assload of allies if the many different scents on the bitch's side were to be believed. Well boohoo for them! Guess they'd just have one less ally then, because Havoc knew her bestie was a great fighter, and she'd get the pack away from them and make something new and cool, not stuffy and old like other packs.

A maniacal grin on her skull-marked face, the ginger yearling sauntered jauntily over to sit, very prominently, in a place that it would be obvious who she supported, casting a very smug look over to the gathered enemy allies, particularly the angry-looking young ones. Babies. "Die mad about it, bitches," she giggled to herself, smirking over at them.