Whitefish River Tokyo Drifting

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Aliana glanced at Ira the moment her name was called and stepped off of the She-wolf. Her head low, ears curled back slightly as she felt that she may have gone a bit overboard. She left that up to Count’s opinion; she felt she did what she must to end the fight.
She stood back as Ira berated the She-wolf with professionalism to it, it was a lesson to learn, wounds to lick off.   The She-wolf looked back at them with a glare sharply,  a wrathful fire burning behind them. Aliana only snorts, glaring back but it was with a mixture of the same disappointment from before. As a She-wolf that had been raised in a very territorial pack, there was little pity from her. The only pity was that she was young and most likely didn’t know any better or was just foolish in general. The black She-wolf said nothing, silent while Heiro escorted her off their lands.
 
Aliana let out a sigh, licking some of the blood off her lips before looking around. Once again Orlaith was nowhere to be seen. She hadn’t seen her patrolling of late and you’d think she’d be here to chase off the intruder. In fact, she hadn’t seen her for a while but there was no real confirmation that she had left or anything. To Aliana felt like she had been ghosting around Kaistleoki; being there but not physically. Curiosity itched at her but not enough to start seeking out answers just yet. 
For now, she stayed with the small group till the Tresspesser was gone from sight before peeling off to go wash herself off. Today was a hectic day...