<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Gem</span></span><br/>A snort escaped Gem's face as she recognized the pride that many wouldn't give up, even if it meant being injured. She had been there before, the scar ran about four inches across her left shoulder was the result of her pride. Although, she admired Keira, the doubt she could actually beat Striker was all around Gem's senses. She threw up her hands in front of her, a gesture to show she would back off as she understood the commitment.<br/><br/>"Good luck then," Gem said, a look of hope shining through her blue eyes, but quickly it disappeared as she turned to leave. Her every instinct telling her to warn Striker of another wolf, but she doubted he didn't already know about it. "You're going to need it," the words left her lips as she pushed her hair behind her as she walked away.<br/><br/>One last piece of information almost slipped her mind, but she didn't even stop to say it, only a side glance in Keira's direction. "By the way, I'm Gem." Her head turned back and she slipped inside the Cafe again to gather her items and head back into the Meadow for some relaxation before her next class.