The white bastard child had heard the call, and had been lurking near the battlefield when it rang through the land. From the trees, he watched the crowd grow- his interest only growing enough to draw him from the shadows when his sister appeared. Fabulous. From the far side, he'd cross the field- coming close to the group, his pace slow and steady. His crimson eyes glinted with malevolence and he slowly skirted around the group. He noted various wolves, some strange looking ones at that. With indifference, he stalked around them- his ears pricking as the russet woman spoke. Scoffing, he'd draw alongside Artemis- "That red bitch seems arrogant." He said snidely, as he drew next to Artemis's left side. He didn't care if his tone carried, what were these peasants to him? The arrogance didn't seem like it was deserved. No, she was working too hard- like she had something to prove. Her opponent, was an old bag of bones. What glory was there in fighting an old bird? Snaking his jaws towards Artemis, his head stretched towards her ear. "She's not even half the wolf you are. Why don't you show her your worth?" He would nearly purr- trying to goad his sister to turn this challenge into an all out war.