A call rang out over the land... a very familiar, very intriguing call. Natalya Olympus, once-matriarch of the pack Olympus. The woman who had failed to answer Katja's challenge, the woman who had instead sent her husband to try and fail to protect the pack from the viking's ravages. Interesting. Who on earth could have raised her ire more than Katja herself had? Enough to be not only challenging someone, but risking her very life in the attempt to kill someone? She'd thought only Virgil Olympus in all that bloodline had the will to do such a thing... and she was curious.
She made her way silently to the gathered group, dark booted paws quiet as they danced over the blood soaked land to bring her to the growing ring around two women. Natalya... and Cataleya? How... disappointing. And bizarre. Settling herself down a distance from the others, but within sight and sound of those gathered as well as the two would-be killers.
