Golden Glade Paint it black

The sharp copper tone of blood struck her nose as the woman teared away from Shalon's violent crushing jaws. The tan speckled Duchess hoped to leave scars on the intruder, as a reminder of what happens when you trespass. Shalon was rigid with rage, her anger boiling deep within her bubbling to the suface. And then rather then accept her fate and continue to fight the pale female had the audacity to run. She ran for the border, like that would save her from the clutches of the Court.

Shalon gave chase, snapping at Aeronwyns heels, she was the prey and finally, finally Shalon was the predator of the vile femme. She would allow Sylvas the chance to give chase as well or return to his injured mate. With the intruder so injured, Shalon was sure she was able to chase her safely away from their home. And so it was up to him. She would chase the woman far beyond the border, giving her extra incentive to move faster with every nip of her heel or flank.