Hideaway Strath IV

Her final decision was made in this thread .

The air was filled with large fluffy white flakes that twisted and spiralled around the ever growing group of wolves, even the collective breathing of the wolves added white mist to the air in deep puffs

The pure night coloured femme’s pearl white teeth slid back home, hiding for the time being, however her white blue eyes narrowed, Whrist did not accept the strangers claim of displacement her tense posture said as much clearly. But it was not her place to drive him out with other higher ranking pack members here, if it were up to her she’d chase him out and keep his tail as her prize.

Her ear twitch toward the next voice that sounded and felt her heart clench, ever so slowly her head shifted and her narrowed eyes moved to the captive, her white teeth just peeking from her maw as her black muzzle wrinkled. Her breaths slowed drastically, puffing into the air in light painstakingly long streams. Her pulse thrummed in her ears  making her miss half of Simmik’s explanation and all of Nyra’s thrum.

Her eyes widened as they moved to the grandmaster her teeth still just slightly visible, her chest so painfully tight she could only breathe if she forced the air from her lungs, “Ky?” She hissed almost inaudibly, a pet name? She knew he was not hers alone, but having that put plain as day in front of her made her want to rip the captives heart out, feed it to her raven and give her pelt to Kynareth to line his den with, after Whrist pissed on it of course.

She had a few choices to make here, and the easiest which was to leave, was hard as her paws felt as heavy as her heart.
The next was to attack the captive, which would not likely go over well, not with Kynareth and Derg here, though Nyra ‘might’ be on her side and she would welcome the white witch’s strength added to her own. Would Nyra help her in front of the Grandmaster? This was looking less the best option.

Another option would be to take her frustration out on the intruder and attack him instead, and that idea was suddenly pleasing, First; She could say she was protecting their captive, that she’d be upsetting Simmik alone was worth the risk
She could hardly be in trouble for attacking a non pack member in THEIR packlands, and there was every real risk he’d steal their captive away, not allowing family stay in the control of others.

She’d never leave what was hers in someone elses paws.
At that thought her eyes narrowed again as her gaze remained upon the grandmaster….. She’d never leave what was hers in someone else paws….

The last option was to attack the grandmaster himself and show him in no uncertain terms her displeasure. She clenched her teeth. No more puffs of air flowed out in front of her and heart beat rapidly.

Her eyes turned to the intruder, also the closest wolf to her, She snarled “YOU! WILL! NOT! HAVE! H….RRRRR” the last word becoming an unintelligible roar, almost a new trade mark Whrist battle cry, and she was lunging before her sentence was finished she was not going for a killing strike she just wanted to connect with any flesh her maw was wide as she closed the distance between them almost instantly.