But there was no need to call for him, Bane heard the hybrid's cries from a long distance, and he wasn't pleased by them either. As soon as the sound reached his ears he left his current duty and rushed through the dark woods to attend the more important matter, an intrusion was something that wouldn't end up well. Who would be so damn stupid to cross a pack's borders? Specially theirs?

Meldresi was already there, and the silver male felt somewhat ashamed of not having arrived first, his duty was of a protector, of a defender of the land, but the Alpha had gotten there first. Bane halted to a stop a couple meters away from the intruder, displaying his shiny fangs in a not so happy smile. Who the hell is this? He growled. The creature was way smaller than both of them, a wolf dog bearing a year at most. Don't you see these are claimed lands? Do you want to die today!? he growled again, this time raising his tone to the point of almost screaming towards the end of the sentence. Speech

The silver warden had never in his life seen such a pathetic display of weakness from another wolf. He had seen weak and pathetic others before, but this was just pitiful. The intruder was a young wolfdog who was disoriented, confused, and to top it off, in the wrong place, and Bane was just pissed off.

Luckily for her, Meldresi stopped Bane from taking any further aggressive action towards her. She brush pasted him, lowering the voltage, and he, baffled by her attractive perfume, backed down a few steps. He walked besides Meldresi, and when she released the intruder from her lash, Bane was on the other side, cornering her with the dark priestess.

So... what should we do with this one? the savage growled, asking the priestess. He shot a quick glance at his leader, smiling maliciously, and hoping she would understand what he was trying to do.

And thus, the fun begun. The little cur was a mess indeed, but there was no place for pity in the silver northerner's heart. He shot an evil snarl-y laugh, and slowly placed his forepaws one in front of the other, closing up his distance with the wolfdog, and suddenly, he jumped forward with his jaws wide open. The chase begun. He rushed after the hybrid with the momentum of a buffalo. Long strides of his strong limbs propelled him forward after the intruder. He kept a distance, to give the poor child a chance to successfully get out of the dark forest, but he kept adding pressure with aggressive snarls and loud barks.

Faster he rushed behind the hybrid through the shadows. He had orders, orders he couldn't disregard, and he was happy to follow them. A white beast the Northerner was, sprinting behind a tiny, not to mention pitiful, dead girl.

But she was fast too. It was starting to get hard for the man to follow her pace as she, propelled by the infallible blast of adrenaline, absconded the man's snaps. She was determined to get out of the forest alive, something that was directly against the pale warden's orders, well... Kind of... So he just chased her out, racing before her until her shadow dissipated in the distance, away from the dark reign.