It makes sense, in Hazel's mind at least. It's a valid challenge for Warlord, laid out by an heir to the crown. Kite had challenged for the right to put her name in for beta, and she'd lost. Feeling like you have something to prove isn't new to the girl. While the challenge is grim, and one Hazel doesn't relish, she doesn't flinch. She knows as well as anyone else that Kite can't be talked out of it.
As the crowd parts, Hazel takes a place beside Halo. Regal, though her expression is drawn. Grim. Trying to look every bit she should. The General, turned... well, shit. On a day a long time ago, Hazel had joked to to Sirius about being the Warlord one day. Now?
The fight breaks out, and it's all she can do to let it. Decorum at odds with her feelings, and then... shit. As Bas grabs the leg, Hazel can hear Halo's strangled no a heartbeat before the crack of bone. The healer had already been moving, seeing the injury coming as it happened. It's all Hazel can do to wrap her forelegs around the healer, holding her tightly. As much as Halo wrestled against the girl, tried to get involved-- she and Hazel both know emotions are too high. To get involved, to put herself in the middle, it would only make things worse.
As Kite races off, Hazel lets the healer up. Halo is quick to make an exit, chasing after the wounded girl. Hazel's expression remained grim, moving to stand at Basilisk's shoulder. "Same thing that made her try to put herself up for co-alpha seasons ago, probably." The words are sharp, Hazel's tone stony. The fight had gone too far, tempers flared, but at the end of the day? It was hard to blame the girl for trying.
Sighing deeply, Hazel's gaze flickered over the remainder of the wolves gathered around them. Bas's question still hung in the air around them-- any other challenges for warlord?
"Speech"
