Make Your Move

Azalea was not the morning type. The princess much preferred to sleep the hours away in a warm patch of sunlight. Her mother was sick and she had been rarely allowed to see her. The result to that was an increasingly more independent young wolf. It wasn't like Azalea was complaining, though she longed for her mother's company. There was little difference to be seen, regardless of Soleil being ill or not, the pup was growing up. She wasn't some helpless whelp anymore.



Her divine slumber was interrupted by the sound of howling. Small rounded ears pricked, twitching as the noise entered them, the vibrations rattling through her until she finally understood them. Lifting her head she looked around because somewhere not too far away Leon was challenging Chrysanthe to a fight. Honestly, she was alarmed, unaware that it was just for practice.



What would Collision think?! Not to mention Cairo!



She scrambled to her paws, not taking time to shake the dirt from her fur. Her pace was a hastened walk, shuffling through the lands towards Leon. Surely she would be scolded for this, a fight was no place for a pup, but she ignored her better judgement on this one. She could brave the lecture for a chance to view history in its making.



Reaching the scene of the soon to be crime, amber eyes surveyed the situation. She hid partially behind a tree, for her safety. What she saw was two wolves at ease, not tensed to tear each other apart. Chysanthe, who Azalea thought would look very fierce in battle, wagged her tail happily. Not a fang in view. "It's good to see you - we haven't gotten to talk much since moving in here." Her words were gentle, holding no anger. "So how about four rounds? Nothing too serious, but don't go too easy on me." The puppy's chest fell, jaw dropping open.



It was all a game!



What kind of madness was this?! She belly flopped to the ground, dragging a paw down over her face.



Eager eyes watched the two interacting. They bickered back and forth and then finally it seemed that a fight would ensue. "Ladies first," Leon stated making Azalea smile. However the smile was short lived as her face fixed up in thought. Without really realizing it, she had sat up and now moved to sit in front of the tree, clear in view. Her mind weighed heavy as she wondered if it mattered who started a fight, if one single factor like that could determine the outcome. From what she understood, real fights weren't planned and the first one to react was simply a matter of chance and/or will.



The Alphas' daughter was consumed as the two set to start. Chrysanthe had lowered her head and to Azalea it looked like she was attempting to stalk Leon despite the fact that he was looking right at her. She wondered why the female would do that? It seemed silly. Sillier yet was Chyrsanthe's weak attack.



The pale female, who looked much like Azalea, jumped at Leon, cuffing him like a she might do to her brothers. It was so... so... juvenile. She threw back her head, shoulders slumping. "Uuugghh." She complained. Where was the action?!



When she looked back again their positions had changed. She could smell the blood the seeped from Leon's new head wound but Chrysanthe had failed to get a good hold on him. Now Leon lifted off the ground, aiming at her face.