Porcupine Ridge For a mother, a brother and me

Vuk arrival at her side was the catalyst for Diane's behavior thereafter. She was unfamiliar with everything about this, but the waves of energy rolling hotly from each of her packmates in company dictated that she react the same. Lips quivered as an unnatural snarl began to curve her mouth. There was fear in her Aztec eyes, but not the kind of fear that would drive her away from the tumultuous situation. Because despite her pacifist nature, she had been pulled in by the undertow of distemper and fury.

And this, she suddenly realized, was what it meant to truly be pack, reacting as one in support of their own. In any cause.

At Taggarik's command, his followers streamed forward, Diane in the mix. She kept to Vuk's side, where she felt more confident, and aimed a startling attack on the white wolf simultaneous to her companion. Her initial charge was a bluff, violent in appearance, but she was truly hoping not to have to use her teeth and claws. She hesitated a slow, singular second as her body adjusted relevantly to the need to either jump back or strike forward.