Now is the time, Now is the hour

The west was definitely an interesting place to be wandering, with packs clustered tight and borders seemingly on every territory. Sol and Khonsu made their way to the next potential home, stumbling upon a dying pack sent and a cacophony of distant sounds. A fight? Neither wolf knew exactly what the protocol was here as far as spectating went, but it seemed many had already gathered to watch the fight. Was this what the northern warlord was speaking of when he mentioned fights for territory and status were commonplace here?

They settled off quite a distance from the rest of the wolves, unwilling to put themselves accidentally on the wrong side. "What if someone tries to hurt us?" Sol whispered to his brother, his voice threatening to break. "Then we will run. But it doesn't look like any fights are happening other than that main one in the middle." Khonsu gave back. The two fell into silence, Sol watching the two combatants closely while Khonsu scanned the crowd for any potential threats.