And the challenge had been made - well had been made a long time ago, but this is the first it was actually being tested, sized up. Now most the wingless, and the winged where in the same area, under the same pressure. It'd been long since the Broken Souls had open it's walls to the winged wolves, and this this time it wasn't a good thing. Which side would snap first, who would declare war first. Who would end this all. Violets optics flickered towards the figure of a brown-winged she-wolf approaching Sara. That must be Kyla. She told herself, seeing now she really wasn't needed. Really only one healer and an apprentice was needed at a time. And surely Aubney wasn't going to run around playing apprentice and she doubted Kyla would do it either.
With one swift movement she stood and silently moved through the soaked ground. The Earth's ground seeming to melt beneath her paws, mud seeping between her flexed toes. Just like that, she left. She didn't dare stay another minute, she didn't dare watch the growing tension explode. It was an obvious tension, it could be felt on the back of your neck. Yet, Aubney was surprised nobody had acknowledged this tension, had bothered with it. It was like everyone was waiting for that moment. Looking back at the rest she gave a sneer of disgust and with final words she would simply disappear into the thick, dark forest. "You deserve this. You all took part in this. Good luck."
Luck. They'll need it. It was self-judgment day. A time to look at yourself, to see if you are truly happy, to see if you're proud of what you've done. To think of the blood that will be spilled over something so stupid onto this ground. Slipping into the dark, cold shadows, she felt a sense of dignity. A trait that seemed so absent these days. The chilling darkness and the rain was no treat to Aubney, she was cold and tired. Yet it was better than what it was back there. Everything was now quiet except for the thumping of her heart. Thump..thump..thump.
