When The Sun Dies and Night is Calling

Peace seemed to be a thing of the past. The battlefield was in what seemed to be constant use, fight after fight, more and more blood. It was not something that the ivory dame liked to see, but she could do nothing to stop it from happening. Normally she would avoid these lands like the plague, but the healer would come only because she recognized the pack that was being challenged for.

Amenti...

This had been her home at one time - the first pack that she had tried to dedicate herself to. In the end she had left, searching for her family and the girl that she had considered something of a younger sibling after finding her in the desert all of that time ago - but it was pointless. They were never found, not a single one, and the Sovari woman was once again alone without any hope of finding those that she had lost.

Even the woman fighting for the pack was not who she had expected - although the curvaceous woman that had ruled the pack was there. Medusa - she was no longer the alpha, but she was still devoted to this pack. A part of her wished that she had gotten to know the female better, but besides that - she hoped that the female that was fighting the skulled lupine would prevail. The healer in her hoped that she would let her treat her wounds, but Amenti probably had a healer of their own that they would trust with the job.

Quietly she settled down and let her eyes linger over the violence. It... shouldn't last too much longer now.