The Queen's howl was almost too familiar, instantly commanding her to follow the call. The subservient warrior would waste no time with her arrival. With swift and light strides, her presence smoothly emerged into the vast clearing. Ah, the Queen had announced the long awaited tournament between Arcanum and Imperium. Whilst her arrival, her head would turn to meet the eyes of Cataleya and Kylar, vigilantly awaiting the appearance of the packs. As a greeting, she would dip her head dutifully before slithering through the crowd to seat herself closer to the wolves of Arcanum. Souls of the two packs had begun to arrive in a slow and trickling manner. Too leisurely of a pace for her liking, however she was sure the two rulers would speed up the tournament once it commenced. A sharp azure vision scanned the unfamiliar bodies of Imperium wolves. There was the king, yes, the only identity she could name with the face. Amongst the crowd, her gaze would spot the eager figures of children, the thought bringing a small pleased grin to her features. What a better sight than to see impatient children yearning for their battle?