Duskfire Glacier Well, hey there, pretty.

Things began to escalate at a rapid pace, and it took all of the fallen queen's courage to remain rooted to the ground rather than bolt into the undergrowth. Another woman had joined the pair, and then another, and now there were four white wolves facing the beast himself, so terribly close to his snapping jaws. Storm was met with aggression from Takiyok, hackles bristling and a snarl erupting from her muzzle; it was a sight the ghost had not anticipated, and in her fear a growl of her own rumbled through her chest.

This was not right. He was her problem, the stalker ex who failed to move on, and she felt horribly foolish at having involved any others into the matter, for she doubted it was where they longed to be. A fight was brewing, and the tension was becoming thick in the air; soon, soon teeth would clash and blood would be spilled. The very idea sent Gwen reeling, ears flattening against her skull. With a rush of perhaps stupidity (though she felt safer with the protection of the others), the girl took a step forward, forcing herself to meet the eyes of her old lover. Only when his gaze would lock with her own would the snarling cease, and she begged him to take his leave. "Storm," The Eruna uttered, name falling softly from her lips. "Please don't do this. You can end this now, if you only turn and go - there doesn't need to be any fighting, not today."