Dragoncrest Cliffs "With it or on it."

He slows down but does not stop, closing the distance between them. The fur along his back bristles and he spits out a thread and demand. She does not have the same Drageda-born fire as Artaax or Blixen or Heda has or else she might have laughed at his command. There were no other scents following with him, no other bodies at his aid. Is the pack next door so small, so foolish to send one wolf in for their captive? Is there something else afoot and this is but a decoy? One ear swivels back, listening for something she can’t quite place but it is to no success.

“The only blood shed will be yours,” she says lowly (where is @Blixen to hear to this super edgy comeback?) and peels back her lips. She has trained for months since she’s been in Drageda, since returning… since Roarke but this time she will not falter. She will not stand back will hit after hit is laid upon her. No, whoever this is has made a grave mistake and she will not think twice about laying teeth in someone not her brother. One paw trembles as a thousand new thoughts swim to the surface and her head tilts back, releasing a short, localized howl in warning to the rest of the wolves.