Blackfoot Forest This was invitation enough.

She arrived after the others, slinking inconspicuously behind the group like a pale shadow, eyes gleaming, watching the scene unfold. Aaron, the lowly male who had once been the alpha stood amongst them, his call had been a challenge to his usurper. Lilith couldn't bring herself to care if the man reclaimed his rank or not — if blood was split, she would be happy. He and his twisted views sickened her. Her eyes jumped from member to member of the Rosings pack, resting on Minna for a second longer before finally she sought out the form of Kierkegaard.

She had no particular loyalty to any of these wolves, though this ragged beast she was rather fond of. At least, if only by comparison to the other dethroned alpha. She watched him brush past an equally feral-looking woman with a hushed growl before facing the group. Lilith's narrowed gaze lingered on the unknown female for a moment, certain she was one of the man's few followers. Her attention then turned to the wolf who had been summoned.

His tired voice cut through the silence of the assembled wolves and the girl's ears fell partway in disappointment. Such cowardice! Not even a hint of a reluctance. She had been excited for the fight that she was sure would leave both males in a state but...no matter. He turned and left, giving up his title almost as quick as he had claimed it. Lilith glanced once at Aaron to gauge his reaction, a plan of her own forming quickly in her mind. The unrest that had consumed the forest had washed over them quite quickly and who knew what would unfold after this. The girl wasn't sure she wanted to be a part of it.