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

sorry about the wait and poor phone post.

Sylvas was blinded by the ongoings behind him as he attempted to aid Shalon, though the mercenary was quickly obstructed by another member of the raid, taking his attention away from his previous target. A growl escaped the brute as his paws dug into the ground, his body tensing as he came to a stop, helplessly watching their Queen become overpowered by the intruder, Reek. 

Brown ears twitched at the many screams and barks being exchanged between the opposing wolves, a low rumble brewing within his throat as he finally came to the realisation that it was all over. They had lost. 

Lowering his head as he caught Shalon's words, instructing him to check on his family and to aid the others out of the glade. Truthfully, the brute couldn't help but hesitate. A soft growl soon escaped him as he gave a small nod of his head, paws gradually carrying him away from the scence, though his golden eyes shot one last glare toward the victorious new owners of the glade.

Though he knew it had to be done, Sylvas begrudgingly left Shalon to help the others flee from the terrain.