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The hearts of the challenger's; the AniWayan's (at least the good ones), the Courtisans and the Dreamers were beating in turn. Today was the day they'd take back their land. The AniWayan's would no longer live in fear of war, neither would the other sides of the opposing forces. The tribe would return to normal, living under that fair and just ruling of Dawali and Ralla, shoul they chose to take back their titles. He saw no reason why the wouldn't, this is what they were fighting for after all. And perhaps he'd get the coveted master rank after all this had blown over.

There would be peace once again, he saw no reason why the victims of Maska's power rant should fear or hate the remaining true AniWayan's. He would make something, a gift for both of the packs Maska had attacked. A gift, a peace treaty. When the war was over, so would all the bad blood. Hopefully.

From atop his war horse the Spaniard warrior gazed upon the rest of his group, fighting to the best of their abilities. They didn't need him for the time being, they had it covered. He though of his family, hoping, praying to the great spirit, for their safety. It was Ferrari he worried about mostly, she'd be the one begging to go out and fight. Iskander would be the only wanting to come out after the fighting, so he could heal everybody.


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