Kintla Flatlands The Judge

Had the trees been in full growth, there was a chance that the silver woman may have missed the stranger. A chance. But, with the trees being as skeletal as they were, she spotted the black coat quickly. Paws thudded almost silently on the baren ground as she approached quickly, wanting to find she one that dared stray even close(ish) to the pack of darkness. Aeronwyn was on trial, that meaning she had to prove herself.

Her emotionless silver gaze met the green one, would a challenge be recognized or would the female want to talk? Driving away this female with the smell of pack heavy upon her may do well, it may prove to the band of spirits and shadows that she was not a mere hinderance, and that she was a fully capable fighter. She slowed then, gaze meeting the others with an expression of cold indifference, words were not required yet.