Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

His muscular body became tense as his brown ears caught sound of an unknown howl echoing through the brisk wind. And not just any howl, a summoning to the wolves of the Court to battle. For a second, the mercenary found himself frozen, mind racing as he thought back to the recent events that had transpired, already leaving them vulnerable through the growing winter. And now, out of the blue, their was an invader right at their doorstep, with a challenge for their home.

Gathering his senses, Sylvas made his way through the web of tunnels until he came across the sight of his mate, alerting the others, his golden eyes watching her as she then turned to him, giving him the option to stay and protect the young or go and fight. The choice was an obvious one for the brute as he watched Eden approach the entrance of the tunnels and let out a howl of her own; a melody filled with rage. With that Sylvas quickly approached his mate, coming up beside her as he looked out from the tunnels, his muzzle parting as he spoke, ”I'm going to fight..” He said, his gray and brown tail giving a thrash behind him as he glanced toward opening that led outside, ”If all gets too much and the odds go against us... “ He let out a sigh and looked to Eden with concern, ” I want you to grab the pups, along with Heartha and anyone else that is able and get away to somewhere safe.” Sylvas slowly stepped ahead of his mate and left the darkness of the tunnels, the light of the morning sun caressing his brown form as his large paws touched the icy snow.

Sylvas peered around momentarily, gradually looking back to Eden, silently debating whether to wait for others that were able to fight to arrive, or to swiftly head off and face the intruders that awaited their response. For it wasn't every day that someone came along and threw down the gauntlet at ones paws. Slowly he stopped a distance away from the tunnels of the Inner Circle, the cold snow biting at his paws as he let out a howl of his own, one asking any member able to come and defend. IF they could, that is.