[Pack claim]Can't break our spirit so easy

Elysia had offered her time to aid Her uncle Rhazien in the political aspects of keeping Their Sultan up to date on the other packs of the lands. A task she was more than happy to aid in if it got her more time with her Favorite Uncle and to see the rest of the world they lived in. She had much to learn from the eldest Saxe within the syndicate and She was an eager student. Rhazien was the face of their group, in terms of being the most held together in front of others. But as much as she loved him, he was older than them and it wouldn’t hurt if he passed his flare for politics onto someone younger, to ensure that a level head was always around to Aid Sephrian and the next generations. Besides, two level heads were better than one. So she didn’t question him when hed come to collect her for this trip. Saying her goodbyes to her brother shed eagerly thrown her fighting leathers on- just in case, a nonverbal signal to her hawk to follow along and then followed the large male out of the polar sound and down south.

Keeping close to her uncle was not a problem for her at all. In fact it was quite enjoyable to be given the chance to prove herself to him and her Sultan, an honor really. Sticking close enough to her uncle that she could reach out and touch him to silently alert him of any dangers that might emerge from the shadows of the border they currently walked beside, she remained silent. After all this was his mission and she was just along for the ride. He was in charge and she’d follow his lead.

They had begun to leave the area when a call rang out. A voice she did not recognize at that and curiosity surged through her. Someonewas calling for witnesses. Cockign her head to the side she looked at Rhazien. This would be something Sephrian would be curious to know indeed. Especially since not long ago they had dethroned Norad from this very area. Rhazian’s eyes had said it all, they would answer the call. And as her uncle ushered her with urgency she followed suit. Keeping pace with his steps she followed him into the rise of someone else’s power.

She didn’t have to be told twice what their purpose was. No she was to be an observer. She wouldn’t make the first move but she was allowed to defend herself and her family should it be needed. She could do that. Silently she watched as Rhazien moved towards a large male she had never seen before. Pausing a moment to collect herself, she put on a warm smile and followed him towards the stranger. Her body language, kind and friendly, a mask. One she had worn when she’d first met Scald. Minus the flirtatious hits to it.

Her mask didn’t falter even as Rhazian Addressed the stranger before them. Artorias A face to the name that sephrian had told them. this was the man who had declared our family his enemy. A blood feud per say. Elysia dipped her head in greeting, meeting the man's gaze. She made sure to commit his appearance and Scent to memory, after all most of their family had never met him and hopefully would never need to.

Leisurely, ely took a seat beside her uncle, remaining as friendly as she could, she wrapped her tail across her paws. Looking now at the colorful girl who appeared younger than her. She must have called for the witnesses. And yet even she remained a total stranger to the saxe woman. Minus a vaguely familiar scent. Ely patiently waited to see what other strangers would answer the girl’s call. This would be very interesting indeed.


"Ely & Ezekiel"