you just can't hide

She had heard the call as well, and knew that it was for Valentine's mother -- and for her life. Pale ears perked atop her head as she turned to head to the battlefield, picking up her alpha's scent on the way. Her pace picked up to a brisk trot, following her nose. When she entered the battlefield she saw Valentine settle in beside the woman that she had spared with in the tournament. She offered the woman a smile and a dip of her head as she sat beside Valentine, really feeling short with these two at her side. It was almost like a first, second, and third place stand with the tallest in the middle, second to Valentine's left and her, the third, to his right. She bit her lip to stop herself from laughing, this was a time to be serious. She wondered if her brother would come as well, if he had picked up her scent leaving their borders.

Purple eyes settled on the woman who had called, and her heart skipped a beat. She looked sick, very sick. Turning to Valentine with her brow risen, her voice dropped into a low whisper before she spoke. "Perhaps she wanted to die in battle instead of letting the sickness take her. I'm not sure if that is honorable or stupid..." her voice was low enough for his ears only, but if Bastani was paying attention she would probably pick it up. Turning to head to eye the black woman again, her head tilted slightly to the side. She saw it as more honorable, she wouldn't want sickness to take her away. She would rather die in the heat of a battle, going out with a fight. Mercy's nose wrinkled as she thought of withering away in a den, illness taking her last breath. Naw, she wanted to beat the shit out of someone before her life was taken. Smirking, her elongated tail curled around her seated form, her own blood pumping faster as the excitement grew within her.