Lupa rose to her feet, combing a quad of pale fingers through her black hair and brought her blue eyes to the rising sun. Her eyes narrowing in concern as she waited for the pack leader to appear. He...or she should of arrived before sun rise yet there was no howls that filled the air to indicate they had returned. The air was tense with anticipation, expectancy. Had the duel taken them or had another creature of the woods some how managed to over come the weakened leader. Either was possible but she had not expected that Adrian King could be out done by any creature in these depths of the dark forest. He had been working long and hard to getting the place of Were Pack Alpha and Lupa doubted all of them were gained by charming smiles and promises as she had heard were the natural ways in the human home and the Elven. Here was far more brutal and blatantly honest...though it did not stop the daggers appearing from the nightly shadows and snaring a unobservant life.<br/><br/>She could feel the dirt and a small collection of twigs fall loose from her hair and to the ground beneath her bare feet.  Her head turning to pay attention to those that had started to join her in the small circular opening in the forest. She could see the same curiosity and concern raising in her eyes as her heart felt. If no pack master arrived soon the duels would begin again, a number had already been killed or injured getting to this point. Their number too few to afford wasting lives.