The warm air brushed against the female's coat as she gazed down at the blood stained paws and panic splashed across her typically shadowed facade. She remembers the rush of adrenaline, but above else, she feels the total grief that eats at her at the mere thought of what had happened to her mother. If there was ever a time that made her regret her ways, it would have been this one, and it certainly was coming close. The lose of her mother was a sharp one, one that was not easily forgotten as she bounded through the shrubbery that stood outside the border of Mirovis and rushed for the safety of the shadows. The shadows had always been her friends, but right now they were serving as a reminder of the brute that made her frame shudder and her heart flicker at the same time. That ignited a passion that was created by blood and thrill. The thrill of the hunt was not on her at this moment, nor was it something she was willing to think about as she took a sharp turn for Lake, and her paws skidded across the muddy ground. She senses the commotion before she arrives and her fur bristles with first agitation and then fury as she notes the presence of one that was very well known to her.

Bluejay, her sisters light blue gaze is much like their mothers and transfixes her for a moment as she gazes at the ghost of her mother, but then shakes her head and walks over to the duo that stood there. There is tension in the air, and Angel automatically views the sadness upon her sisters facade. A snarl escapes from deep within the caverns of her throat and her paws crunch the earth beneath her. There is a broken look on her Angels facade, not the look of a cold blooded murderer, but one of a protective older sibling. She slows her gait as she arrives at Bluejays side and brushes her pelt against her younger sisters. She buries her muzzle into Bluejays rough, completely forgetting about the blood that mats her coat and gazes at the other. There is a moments silence before her voice is heard, her gaze locked on to Vagues to make sure he doesn't plan on moving toward her,

“Bad.. bad... Angel is bad..... Angel not able to save Mommy.... Angel tried very hard... very.. very hard. Mommy slipped from grasp, she go bye.. bye... Seraphim not understand.... not understand that mommy slip... Angel didn't mean to let Mommy slip... Angel is bad.... bad... bad... bad...”

Her voice is like an echo of a child as her words are whispered between them, her plume tucked in between her hind limbs and her gaze turning to her sibling for a moment, her tan points painted red from the remnants of blood. She turns her gaze back towards Vague and her frame moves, starts to pace back and forth. Her frame shuddering and wincing at any form of touch... Angel, the once extremely morbid wolf is left a shell of herself. Her frame hunched over and her lobes flickering in the breeze.