It would be a lie to say I'm not surprised by the call of none other than Arcadian ringing through the lands of Malignant Felicity. He's been lying low as of late, not that I blame him. Everyone else has seemingly been following suit, myself included. I only come out for the good stuff, like brawling, which is exactly what I turned that challenge into. Keilani put up a decent fight but until I hear the results, I won't think of any other leader but Queens. I walk with a slight limp now but it's a limp I wear proudly. My back leg has new scars along with my cheek and neck, but none of these keep my eyes from glowing like golden lanturns and my lips from crinkling into a cold cruel smirk. I gave Keilani some scars to remember me by as well. I look forward to seeing my masterpiece once the judging is complete.

I take my time getting there but once nearby, I pause for a moment to listen and think. I can hear the others arriving, my nostrils doing all the work of identifying for me. Samus Aran, the mysterious bounty hunter shows up first. She makes a quirky comment about raising the dead to Arcadian, something that leaves a dry chuckle on my lips. The next I smell is one of the sons of Arcadian and Queens, Kazier, I believe his name is. The boy Arcadian brought back with him. His voice drips with acid when he speaks to his father, my ears flicking forward in intrigue. Has someone grown bitter? Then he speaks to the bounty hunter with a voice as smooth as porcelain. Another ladies' man, should have known. It seems to run in the family. Samus doesn't disappoint, warning the boy off. I have a feeling he won't let it drop so easily though.

The next to arrive is a familiar one and yet one that disappeared for a long time. My hackles rise up in defiance of the deserter at first but I note the scent of Nikandros on her coat, another of the sons of Queens. Perhaps his lover? I hear rumors he's been running around with the younger white female Kohaku but perhaps those are just rumors or he's just that much of a play boy. Good for him, is all I've got to say. I smooth down my hackles, ready to go along with it for now. At least she had the decency to show up to a pack meeting. I'll leave Queens to make the final decision on her fate.

My eyes close and my nostrils dilate when a very familiar scent fills them. Ah, Carnival. My eyes gleam as they re-open, remembering the day I greeted her at the border. Such a way with words, that lady. I really must get to know her better. My tail twitches at the thought as I finally start moving again, motivated to make my presence known now. I step from the shadows, my ebonite coat barely recognizable from their dark tendrils as I slip in toward the edge of the clearing where Carnival stands. My steady gaze finds Arcadian on the way, a subtle head nod all that he gets as greeting. He knows I'm not the type to drop in subserviance to anyone, let alone someone who disappeared like he did. I stayed around, I fought for Queens, more than once. I have more of a right to be here than he does, at least in my mind. None the less, the male has done nothing to me directly so I give him that silent nod on my way to the real star of the show, slipping up beside her, the tips of my charcoal hair brushing hers in a tease. Inky lips pull back in a grin as my golden eyes take in her form.