The time had come. It'd come quicker than she ever could have imagined. It was her son that had started this war, her own flesh and blood that had caused everything to spiral. To be honest, Themis was having a tough time keeping it together. Her breathing was raipid, her mind was racing, but as they walked, she pressed against Mabbit. His comfort was the only thing keeping her strong enough to deal with the upcoming war. Narrowing her eyes, her movements became stronger, more put together. She couldn't let her Pack see her fall apart. Once they reached the Proving Grounds, Lucaya commanded they call to their own, get their own situated. Themis nodded, glanced at Mabbit for a bit of support, before raising her cranium high.

"Amberbjorne. The time has come. We will win, we will prevail. Remember my orders from our Meeting. Phobus is a kill-on-sight. Do with him what you please. Mabbit, Deimus, Yesimire, Xolmin, and Jack. You will stay by my side; Khas, Evangeline, Natalya, Onai, Leona, Elara, Vader, Skywalker, Rue, and Ayara, you will stand behind us, stand our ground. Valkyrie and Vaughn, you'll join the wolves in the skies, look for any weaknesses and strike when you can." The Queen spoke, glaring towards the pack that had made itself known in front of their lines. She glanced a helpful look towards her brother, Kratos, before turning fully, Mabbit by her side. Deimus quickly made his spot known on the other side of her, she presumed Yesimire at his other side. Xolmin stood next to Mabbit, and hopefully Jack by his side. She heard her pack getting into place behind them, and hopefully would see Valkyrie and Vaughn flying above.They had the numbers to win, the pure power to defeat their foes. Themis was willing to give her life if it meant taking them down, even if she had to kill Phobus herself.

The Queen glanced towards the Hawthorne line, hopefully to catch Lucayas eyes. Their alliance was strong, they had to be, They were all connected as one, one huge pack willing to take on whatever would lie before them. She had to prepare herself, though. Death was certainly an option here, for many of the member of her Pack. She had to prepare herself for funerals if they were to come. She lightly pressed herself against Mabbit, catching his eye, and giving him a hopeful smile. "I love you, Mabbit. We'll have them by their necks in no time." She murmured, shaking off the feeling of her voice catching. They had to win.