If thou openest not the gate to let me enter,
I will break the door, I will wrench the lock,
I will smash the door-posts, I will force the doors.
I will bring up the dead to eat the living.
And the dead will outnumber the living.

She sat upon the stone elevated just slightly that it could be used as a throne when wolves were called to listen. In her paws were the humerus of an alligator. Things were relatively peaceful within her domain though there were plans in motion that would lead to the demise of the one last true Angel and those diluted creatures that were decidedly more Moladion than Angelic. Yellowed teeth broke through the cortical bone with ease and she licked marrow out of it. Iromar was littered with the carcasses at her will. It was difficult to kill the alligators and yet several members of her pack had mastered the skill in their rage that the species had taken their beloved Baphomet. Still, there was no meat better than that of alligator. It was the challenge of the hunt, the victory of the spoils and the overall thrill of it.

A large crack was heard in the mists of Iromar as her teeth shattered the humerus, and more of the marrow was harvested. It was in the quiet beyond that she heard the frantic pacing at the border. A slight spring breeze brought the call for the Alpha. She got up, stretching as she did, yawning. Over all, she did not feel any real need to go when summoned. Instead, she shook off the dirt. Her nose goes to the bone and she licks the last little bit of marrow before she trots over to the border that Kane so ferociously paced. As if his anxiety and anger would incite her to move faster or really, care about anything that he cared to say to her.

His words were biting, accusations made of thin air. Well not totally. She smirked towards him, and she sat down well within her borders. There was no shame or aggression towards Kane, even as his anger thickened the air between us. She came with her tail raised and her ears pricked as he barked out his short, blunt words. "Ah, you must be Kane then." She had heard rumors of Isola's mate. She thought it strange that he came without Isola. That he was not one of the chosen when she had come to visit before. Where was Azrael? Was he not boiling with anger? Was he lurking just out of sight? "Ah yes. That small matter. She never crossed our borders and I intended to send her home just as soon as she was recovered. My son brought her here when she was passed out. Fainted for some reason. Better that she stay with her imprint than fend for herself in the freelands, wouldn't you agree? Though it seems another wolf took her before we could do so. I do hope she's well." She had no idea that his mate and his imprint were two different wolves. And yet, she did not reveal too much about who exactly was Katsumi's imprint. She did not trust an Angel to sever a tie like that and Ishtar knew what it felt like to be imprinted though, she was unsure of where Ragnar was these days. She knew he was alive, for she was confident that she would know if he was dead. She was trying her best to play nice while she wanted nothing better than to rip Kane's throat out.

ISHTAR.