The sun had already been sinking for a few hours when the silver woman made her way through the stone kingdom.  Hanging low in the sky now the orb was a burning orange, casting the world in a pastel pink that made everything seem softer somehow. Everything except the thoughts in Aponi's head. Long ago she had sworn both to herself and @Phineas that she would take the crown to make her daughter proud and for too long she had laid dormant. Now that Hypatia had disappeared the only one stopping her was Aesire herself, and it was time for the woman's reign to crumble.

The mother hadn't spoken a word of her plan to anyone that day and had left @Kyna safely playing with @Maeve promising to be back soon. Now as she moved gracefully amongst the territory she would soon call her own Aponi could no longer hold her head low. No longer would she submit to anyone, her tail flew like a banner behind her and her gate spoke of utmost confidence; now she would get what she deserved. This may not have been the Pass where she had been born, but the mountain was her birthright all the same and now she could finally claim it back. An Aquila would reign over the crags once more as they always should have.

Coming upon the flattest part of the territory she could think of the young woman was too foolish to even think of the drastic drop. A mistake that could very well have fatal consequences if one wasn't careful, and Aponi had never been careful. Lifting her silver muzzle into the sky the Aquila called for her "queen", her song ringing and echoing back against the stone walls as if one wolf had become twenty. It was a song of joy and victory, yet the war had not even began.

The attitude that Aesire carried herself into the challenge with only further fueled Aponi's need to knock her down a peg. Silver woman faced grey, both with dominance in their pose and neither willing to give up without a fight. Good. It would have been too easy if the fae had just handed over the crown, no the Aquila wanted to rip it straight out of her paws so no one would doubt who the true ruler was. She wanted any potential challengers to remember the tales of this evening and rethink their decision lest they receive an equal beating. She was after all born and bred to lead upon this mountain, hardened by its height and experienced in its merciless winters.

Sinking down into a prowl the silver maw was adorned by a smirk, her eyes sparkling with both excitement and malice. Beginning to circle Aesire like a starving dog moving in on the last scraps of a juicy steak she practically cackled, "Your wish is my command my dear. It will be the last command you ever make as queen of the mountain, it would be an honour to fulfill it." Around and around she circled, the blue eyes flickering across the grey body looking for any weakness she might exploit. In the end there were no jarring soft spots, no matter the woman had claimed that she preferred her body to be dead after all. Without further hesitation she leapt, aiming straight for the soft fur on the side of her opponents neck. A spot where one swift flash of teeth could end her life in seconds if she was unprepared.