Blackfeather Woods the old gods and the new

[table width=80%][tr][td]It was usual to say the least, to see Nyx being so passionate about something. Ears pressed to the sides of her head and tail stretched out commandingly, she stood there as a protective wall between them that neither wished to break. As much as she admired Damien, she could not allow the blood of her brother to spill. They had grown too close together for her to simply watch him die in the mouth of a man she was obsessed with. She listened to his reasoning with only two true objective in mind; change his mind and keep Atshen in check.

I am afraid you have not given him much of a choice then. She says in her accented voice, raising her chin. Atshen is... a valuable wolf to me and I cannot allow him to suffer for Nemesis' doings. Her eyes flickered towards her brother, noticing his simply challenging form grow. It was something she knew Damien would not tolerate and so a low growl spilled from her young maw. Back off, Atshen. This is not a fight that will end in your favour and I will not save your ass a third time. She lightly threatened.[/tr][/td][/table]