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Yes...the Gods would urge them to move onward. To continue their assault on Avalon. The opposing pack was pissed, and rightfully so. But it was the will of the Gods, she was sure. She glanced up at the night sky for a brief moment as the two alphas briefly spoke, and the sky would remain clear with barely a whisper of a cloud. Dual-toned gaze returned to the matter at hand, and of course, it would begin. Bodies began to clash with one another, and the Priestess would soon find herself face-to-face with a small, pale woman. "Hello little dove," She crooned to the other old woman. Sure it probably wasn't a good idea for wolves of their age to be battling it out, but Pandora didn't care. She was old, yes, but she had herbal supplements at home that helped her as she aged.

The small woman came at her, and Pandora moved to intercept. She sought to get right up in Twig's space, a wicked grin on her lips as she lashed out with tooth and claw. Iron clawed reavers aimed a hit upon the woman's shoulder while teeth sought purchase upon the side of her neck.

Pandora vs Twig for Dominance
Round: 1/2
Age:
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Iron claw reavers
Companion 1: Eurasian eagle-owl, Male - Flying
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual