Even if the stunning creature - that was just one of many angels currently residing in Moladion - was lost in her own thoughts nothing besides her dark king could have diverted her attentions fully. Twirling nimbly around at the muted sound just paces away Aaliyah locks her eyes on the unknown wolf barreling towards her. In less than a second her intense, taunting teal and black splotched eyes have raked over his form drawing from it all she needed to know. The injuries stand out as burning torches on his pelt - each one a bullseye calling her name. Sashaying to the side she draws herself away - a neat sidestep and turn - movements as graceful and neat ballerina as she pulls herself out of his direct path.

And yet to get away is not enough. This foul inbred beast had asked for her wraith and so he would have it. No she wouldn’t run or cower – there was no need for her to cry for protection – she could protect herself.

Ivory lips pull back over gleaming, wicked canines flashing him a threatening yet gorgeous confident grin. Each perfect ivory ear lies flat on her skull - hackles rising and sculpted muscles tensing - as her body automatically sinks lower to the ground. Little would have thought the girl a fighter. That was there laughable mistake. Aaliyah was the only of the first three to have chosen her father and mothers path - the true path of the angels.

She was the only of her litter to choose to be an assassin, a true killer. Isola had chosen healer - and eventually alpha. And her eldest sister the oldest of all of them, Ammy, had chosen hunter and guard. Only Ally, the smallest and youngest of the three had wanted to be an executioner, the direct hand of fate. Before she'd had to choose - between the love she craved so much and the family she'd adored - it was what she'd trained to be. He could be a show of her skill, she had decided.

"Vos excors audeas oppugnare reginae Trenus. Etiam stultus esset perspiceres meum superioritatis.(You idiot you would dare attack a princess of Trenus. Even a fool would recognize my superiority.)" The masked girl snaps at him in Latin as she started circling him, the flowing words smooth and laced with condemnation, evident even if he can't understand what she means. "Making you bleed I will do now. " Turquoise eyes that had been sizing him up the whole time she was speaking now lock onto his eyes as she turns her gait to charge him face on.

Digging blunt nails into the yielding dirt for better traction Aaliyah throws herself forward. Feinting at his left before turning her attention to his right she charges unafraied. Shoulder or limb she will aim for anything within the grasp of her jaws. Keeping her own bodice low to the ground, lest the simpleton tried for her sensitive stomach, Aaliyah guards herself as her father and master taught her. Should he evade it and she miss his shoulder or limb she would just continue past him until she could easily spin around to face him without leaving herself open.