you become what you hate

So pack squabbles weren't really her business, but with Rannoch off gallivanting around and being out on her own... Taiga was bored. What would a bunch of little puppies do if she showed up to a pack challenge? Well, she was about to find out.

The behemoth of a lioness padded quietly towards the fray on wide, snowshoe paws. Ruby eyes scanned the various canid faces and she only recognized one of them. Avacyn, the purple lady that she'd saved twice now. The feline nodded her blocky skull at Ava, then went to take her seat.

Taiga seated herself between the two courts, supporting neither one nor the other wolf. She was simply here to be a spectator. Once seated, the lioness sank down to the ground, laying on her belly. Even laying she was taller than a fair few wolves. The cat curled her forepaws in against her chest and took a deep breath, her gaze locked on the pair of brutes as they battled for supremacy.

"Taiga"