Wheeling Gull Isle Roll out the drums of war

Was waiting for Shanti's post but... Oh well! Next round will start Monday July 14! No post order, but try to keep things easy to follow, e.g. don't post an attack before Ypres gets a chance to reply, and stuff like that. Anyone who doesn't post, we will assume did nothing that round to keep this moving.

The band moved inward, and were quickly intercepted by a few wolves from the island. Jinx recognized only two of them: their target, and that little shit who had turned up on her borders and dared to threaten her wolves on their own turf. She stared heavily at him, almost silently promising to feed him his own heart if he did a damn thing, but then her eyes were levelled onto a blonde female that stepped forward and addressed them, concerned.

The Alpha female's response to this was a callously put, “shut the fuck up.” She glanced between them all, raising her head and bristling her challenge to every one of these wolves. They had all followed Majesty, and they all protected Erika, and so they were all enemies as far as she was concerned. Trusting that her wolves would back her up if needed, Jinx took a step forward, pulled back her lips, and snarled.

“Your land is nothing but a rock for peasants to squat on,” she declared, dismissing any belief that she had come to conquer the pack at all. “We are here for Erika. Hand her over, and none of you will come to harm. You can have your damned island, and your dog of a leader, but she will be coming with us. Get in our way and you will all die.” She would have asked for Majesty too, but she would rather see that cur die on the rocks. He was not worth the effort to Jinx... And he wasn't here any longer anyhow, unbeknownst to her.