--give me your tired, your poor--

Sade's posture shrunk ever so slightly at the female's words, though her fur bristled up a bit again in discomfort as the Tasmanian devil again hissed at her, glad when Jupiter silenced the beast. Truthfully she had been worried about the same things this foreign female had voiced to her.

?It is possible they will not allow me to return. But it is a chance I must take. They are my pack; I founded our group and I was foolish to leave it. My sister had always been trained to become a leader, not me. I... admittedly was frightened when Zara challenged me. I had never been challenged before and she was so much larger than me and carried so many more scars, evidence of all the battles she had triumphed in. I was frightened and I fled, and that is a quality no Tarkein ought to have. But... I realize now that it was a mistake for me to go so easily. I have matured since then as well as strengthened, both in body and in spirit. I am willing to stick with my pack through good times and bad, to fight for them, to die for them if I need to. And I will, if that is what it comes to. There is no life for me but that of Tarkein Lentaja. At least no life that I wish to lead. I will either fight for my position or die trying to get it, should my pack not kill me before I have the chance.?

Sade spoke with confidence, posture straightening slightly, taking on a closer version of it's typical regality and nobility. She was a leader at heart; she'd always been, even as a pup when her sister had been chosen as the next Tarkein Lentaja. She could do this. She had to.