Phantom Hollow capture the erymanthian boar

feel free to skip/slightly pp her until she's needed again after this!

Who the fuck is Almalexia? 
She dances from one man to the other with a hardened gaze, a protruding fang  exposed with the tight curl of her lip. This is not just about Wren, maybe nothing to do with her at all. 
What is it with her and stumbling upon wanted men? 
The feeling of Akavir's steely form pressed against her serves as a momentary distraction, a match lit beneath her with synapses that fire and beg for his attention. But that... was something to be dealt with later. She peers out from behind him, a low, bellowing growl in her throat directed at the man of the holler. 
With no prior knowledge of this Almalexia to speak of, she couldn't say much of anything. But at the very least, she owed Akavir some back up.