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She was ready. She had prayed before the meeting. Before their march Westward. She was the shadow in the light. The darkness in the light. The split form moved like a wraith among the band of warriors as they made their way toward the peaceful pack called Avalon. She knew about the pack. Knew they weren't really the sort that were inclined to wet their paws with blood. The alphess there had fought for her place, and rightfully so. Sirius' unworthy son had lost to her. Such a shame. Though fate had a way of doing things...and here it led them. She slowed when Avalon's alphess arrived, attempting to talk them down from taking what they wished for the winter season. Her lips curled into the slightest of grins as she looked to the moon. "It is not the Gods will to turn away," She muttered beneath her breath. No. The Gods wanted them to do this. To prove their worth. Though she was older now, she would not turn away from a challenge.