Alright, she was not a smooth criminal.

Ears swivel to the accusing cub, no doubt just a bit older than her. Features twist into displeasure, and Seifri lets out a hiss in her direction. “You’re a baby!” Claws unsheathed at the ground, brows furrowed into a glare. She was all but ready to spew more insults, even more so at the arrival of her sister. Seifri stood taller, until…

“Back up.” She commanded the intimidating boy, who was far larger than her and no doubt older. Seifri took a step back, ears pinning on her head. “You can’t touch us.” She pointed out then, a batch of confidence hitting her as she recalled the truce - she was untouchable! Or so she thought.

Typhoon was ready to watch things go wild around, he couldn't recall tye last time he watched a challenge. And now that he wasn't a child anyone he felt free and with the ability to watch them all without delay and disadvantage from being young.

He arrived as his dark eyes landed yo those around, taking a place outside of the borders. Wanting to watch without any greater risk. He wasn't afraid of throwing hands but it wasn't like he would mindlessly through himself to the wolves. He liked fights but he knew what fights he picked.

He watched ready to watch any fights. While he went to sharpen his claws with a rock next to him. Wanting to prepare them just in case he needed to defend himself.

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+5 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth)

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The boy had become slightly lost. Overcome by his own cleverness in trying to get ahead of the migration out of the Brook, he'd arrived first in line in the middle of nowhere. Tracking across snow was easy. Mountains, though, had been harder; there were endless valleys of shadow and peaks that seemed deceptively habitable, but which on further sniff did not populate a pride. He'd hardly been out of the Brook in his life and his arrogance had outdone him. So he'd spent some months simply surviving, scavenging off frozen carcasses, hoping to find his family eventually. He was skinny, but he was young. Not much muscle to feed.

There was a great mass migration going on here. Scents from afar stark upon the brittle night. What was happening? The last few times all the scents had come together it had been pretty bad. He didn't want to get into a fight again. He didn't even want to eat all the cache and not get into a fight. He'd rather whatever was happening not happen at all, and arrived with trepidation and ears keening back as though doom might be dangling on his heels.

This pride smelled like one of the prides that had been fighting the night of the invasion. He didn't like them. Didn't care if they were technically allies... they fought bloody, and there was that one guy with no face. How could you be a good pride if you let lions without a face hang around? Good prides had flowers and butterflies and grass. Friendly lions. Not... not all this anger, making his ears sink back even more as he scurried across the borders sporadically yelping "Sorry! --- Sorry! --- Excuse me!" trying to veer around anyone looking too scary (difficult!) and head for a single face he recognized @Cassandra. "Hi! Sorry! It's me! Weimar! From the Brook? I got lost?" he wasn't rude enough to bounce around to get her attention... instead he plopped himself down and stared at her, tail wiggling and toes squirming, desperate lost puppy eyes pumped up to 100. She was the only lion he recognized. And he was lost. And hungry. He knew she was important but... he was important too!

--- should be tagged rogue, is trespassing to make puppy eyes at Cass

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Zahra heard the call and her eyes narrowed upon it, anger built on her red features while she huffed in response to tye adrenaline now starting to cross her veins. Picking one of her worst poisons she bathed her claws into it, ready to use it in battle, she wasn't afraid of killing or using dirty tricks in order to protect her home.

She came.in.quietly, silent on her approached the gathering that with time only grew. She eyes them with suspicion while she quietly got herself into the peak or an small boulder. Using it to hide and to better watch the fight that might occur soon. She didn't know who the male was but from the mere act of threatening her home and her queen was enough to hey an spot on Zahra's hate list.

She hides and watches hidden for now at least...

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+10 Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread(possible

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Kasanova was very much not supposed to be here. The parental units hadn't said as much, but she knew...with how many strangers were around. This was bad news. Yet, her childish curiosity could absolutely not be quelled. As she came upon the scene with her oversized form and oversized paws, she noticed someone that smelled like her was being confronted by some blue kids. Why were they blue? Had they come from the sky?

Regardless...she didn't like that these big kids, @Lavender and @Radahn, were being picked on by these other kids. That was what was clearly happening. Clearly. With a huff she trotted over, her pale magenta eyes meeting zeroing in on @Seifrienriosa. She steps forward, uncaring that the other was larger and older. The tip of her paw attempts to poke her shoulder harmlessly, "I just did!" She taunts, sticking her tongue out proudly and wrinkling her nose.

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Coming back to the summit.... hurts.

He hadn't expected that. Yet still, the moment he draws close to the summit his heart tightens in his chest. It constricts tight until he feels lightheaded, and sick to his stomach. He hates this feeling, but still he wants to stay. More dog than wolf, seemingly eager for the boot as that's the only thing he'll find, here. He should be happy; this was his home, after all. Or -- it was. it's not anymore, and maybe that's what hurts.

Ears tuck into his scraggly mane as he lingers towards the back of the growing crowd. Quiet and as unassuming as he can manage, with his height. he's a stranger here, an intruder, and he doesn't want to pull much attention to himself. He keeps his gaze on the challenger and doesn't let his gaze wander too much, not trying to hoist more of that sick to his stomach hurt upon himself.

( It doesn't really work, though. )

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She should not have followed him, but the call had roared across the land and she knew he would go to it, back to the summit, back home... The young Rike girl would not leave him alone, not after the last war shed just barely witnessed. She was up and racing to trail him, at first staying just out of his sight, his mind preoccupied with worry for his family, her paws were silent, calculated, the girl felt worry knot up in her stomach, like a bundle of coiling snakes, tangling and coiling until it hurt.

She climbs the mountain and finally lays eyes on her wolf-boy, she stops for a moment, gaze softening as she lets him have his moment, and then she moves, brushing her side against his and gently nuzzling under his chin. "I'll stand with you and yours. " She speaks softly, a promise that he would not have to be alone, and that should enemies come for them, she would face them down beside him.

@Virgil

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This challenge felt more personal, almost as personal as the one on her own doorstep. @Morrigan was her sister, the last thing she wanted to see was her having to fight for her home, although she was certainly capable of it. Sunder had already rolled in lavender on her way to the Summit, obscuring her scent to the best of her ability. Being swollen with Kvare's children she had no intentions of painting a target on her back, but that didn't mean she wouldn't show up out of support of her family. She would tentatively make her way across the borders, settling down into the snow alongside a few boulders. She was able to spy the man who had called the challenge, though Morrigan was nowhere to be found just yet. Her gaze would move to find @Virgil and @Rusalka, and she couldn't help but keep track of the two younger individuals. They were good people, ones she didn't want to see hurt in the mayhem that came with a pride challenge. Though for now she remained quiet, watching.

Sunder is attempting to hide!>

[assassin exp]
+5 Practice stealth
+10 Sneak into another pride's territory without getting caught
+10 Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread

She follows him like a shadow, silent and hidden. It was time to put their training to work- to remain undetected and see if he’d catch on. But the look on Arkyn’s face when he arrived told her all she needed to know. Ark’s attendance wasn’t simply to enjoy watching Morrison beat the snot out of her challenger. This was a personal enemy. So the woman would pull up along his right side and lean into his muscle slightly in a show of support.

For once, the bubbly medic remained silent. She’d soak in this moment and try to understand the complexities of his family. He’d not spoken much of them, but it was clear that he wasn’t a big fan of his mother. She’d never known either of her biological parents, but Csitri didn’t suspect she’d react well if faced with them now - not after all these years.

She’d remain beside him as a silent support system, ready to help in any way he needed.

@Arkyn

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Where two went, the third was not far behind. Climbing the mountains brought back a flood of memories and emotions that Reine wasn't necessarily ready for. But she wasn't about to let @Virgil approach their homeland alone, not when she'd only just formed a relationship with her brother again. @Rusalka was glued to his side per their normal and it caused a small smile to flit to her lips before she moves up alongside Virgil's free side. "Wowww.. sure feels weird being back here again." She says quietly for only Virgil and Rusalka to hear. But one look given in their direction and anyone with eyes could see that they were related to @Morrigan. She was admittedly a bit nervous, only because she didn't want to see any harm befall her mother. Her claws kneeded the ground underfoot, restless. Reine wouldn't hesitate to sink her teeth into someone if things got messy. Gone was the shy girl who avoided violence at all costs and in her place was a woman ready for vengeance in any shape or form.

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+5 Learn information about a potential threat
+5 Observe a fight
+5 Attend a challenge to assess the wounds

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