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Nothing stands between her and Arrille at this point. Blixen doesn’t try to stop her and Prince doesn’t do anything, either, and all she has to do is cross the distance. What she’s going to do when she gets there is mostly lost on her but somewhere in the back of her mind she pictures teeth securely around a throat, holding all the power this time. This time, Arrille won’t be able to fuck anything up for her.
 
No, this time it’s Ingram.
 
Furi skitters to a stop to avoid slamming into him, though she comes close and for a second she considers lashing out, latching somewhere on to him. “Move, Ingram!” she barks, sucking in a breath to say something else to see another approach, an older silvery male with lips peeled to show aged canines but does not do much yet. Her eyes trail back to Ingram, standing defiantly, one ear flicks back as Blixen speaks and announces the title Arrille has. Traitor. If she knew the extent of what he has done to Drageda, she’d be far more adamant to getting around the wall separating her from her prize.
 
Both Artaax and Prince step up closer to her, backing her up on all sides. Even though Blixen has spoken, giving her some of the power—since some new strange regards her instead of Furi—but she doesn’t mind. The world outside her direct vision still blurs but the moment someone slanders her, she turns her attention quickly to the pale wolf. Her lips peel back, glancing away to Ingram briefly, and she takes half a step back to better keep herself protected.