Blackfoot Forest This was invitation enough.

She knew the time had come when the howl roused the birds of the woods, sending them fluttering skyward into the azul oblivion above. Pallas traced their ascent with a somewhat reclusive gaze, studying their flight pattern, the direction in which they departed and the large swath of space in which they avoided. She was not so stupid as to rush to intercept this meeting -- she knew one set of teeth against many was a fool's errand.

Instead she casually scouted the area, swinging wide of the small congregation. It caused her great amusement that the unfit ex-alpha wished to reclaim what had rightfully been taken from him -- what bemused her even more was the smattering of supporters who seemed perfectly content with a weak alpha leading them. If he could not protect his right to alphaship, what use was he protecting their realm? To make matters more laughable, it seemed they were willing to fight Aaron's fight for him -- if he could not enforce his domination without the aide of his packmates, did that truly make him worthy of leadership? To Pallas, that was even more ridiculous than anything. Pallas would study them and their words, eavesdropping if she could -- all while remaining out of their sight. It was possible they would scent her, but let them -- Pallas had never been one to hide or shirk from altercation. She would wait for Kierkegaard's command, and relished the potential of bloodletting that was about to unfold.