The submissive posture that Draekin took on is not lost to Kiitani, the blood gone he is on firm ground again. Blood disgusts him, it is fit to be in the body, pulsing through it, not on it, decorating it in mock of the life it represented. At least Draekin's reasons for this were good enough, though his presentation wanting.<br/><br/>"She has challenged you. I am here to mediate it, to make sure that this is right. I disapprove of it with all my being, but it is a challenge that I can not ignore." Though younger than Draekin by many years he has perhaps as much knowledge if not a little more crammed in to lead fairly. His cloak of feathers blows in the breeze, any slight breeze lifts it, wind calling it's nature.<br/><br/>The Fem in question is no where to be seen, but you can tell she is there for the tension in the air from the peoples. At last she does step forward, white pelt spattered in mud, and flecks of red life blood, much as he, but it decorates her hands and her near bare chest more than anything else. She stands proud, her eyes so vivid green and filled with anger. In her eyes the white wolf danced, it's silver mane blowing, much like the mantel about her shoulders did. Her tail was low in submission, but her face was defiant. "I do not take back my challenge to you." she states, her voice is rather husky for a female, but not so deep as to sound male. Her right ear is poked through with a small pointed bone she had found long ago. They stand tall and proud pointing to the sky.<br/><br/>Kiitani, the bird man places a hand on her shoulder, where once she wore the band that the wolf pack wore, but the challenge called for both hers and his to be removed. Kiitani had them in his possession, waiting to return one, or hopefully both of them. "Tomorrow, when the moon is a sliver and half way from the horizon we shall hold this challenge, should it befit you both." He says, so others too may hear. This will decide things for some of the Nation.<br/>She nods her head once, hard, so there is no mistaking it, and folds her arms across her chest, hiding her breasts. Draekin is her Alpha, and her love, but there is no going back from this. Her spirit danced in her eyes and told her to challenge him and she had stepped forward. It was to late now to pull away, and she would not do it, even had she wanted to.