Haunted Wood royals

the woman has lain low thus far; remaining at arm's length as she comes to understand the power balance here, those members new and old. but today she waits in an empty clearing, her summoning howl for a sparring partner fast-fading in the frigid december air. the air is taunt with tension, the clouds above threatening snow. the woman is motionless as she waits, save for the gentle rise and fall of her chest, only the perfect cant of her auds signal of her readiness.