Golden Glade Paint it black

Sylvas felt a tuft of fur between his teeth after the pounce, though whether he'd caused any damage was unknown to him. Soon he felt himself thrown off from the struggle and the frenzy, golden eyes watching as the pale colored female suddenly took the opportunity to make a run for it. Adrenaline surged through his body as Sylvas felt his heart pound within his chest, rage filling the male as his stare watched the intruder make a break for it. His paws wanted to follow, but he was torn, to give chase or check on Eden. A snarl escaped his throat as he watched Shalon give chase, his lips curling back as the mercenary fought the urge to follow her, though his paws longed to run after the pale witch that had caused harm to his mate.